Eighties

Whoa
 She don't got no control, she got a broken soul
 And she don't know what it's like to wake up in the morning light, yeah
 And she always wanna fight
 She don't know how to make it right, nah (Whoa)
 And she got style, but I know that she crazy
 And she do blow like she grew in the '80s
 Baby, don't waste my time
 I'm fucked up and shit ain't right
 And she got style, but I know that she crazy
 And she do blow like she grew in the '80s
 Baby girl, that's alright
 We're fucked up, but we'll be fine
 Wasted, wasted, done with the liquor
 Wanna taste it, taste it, down with the dripper
 Impatient, patient, drugs in her system
 Shawty can't two step, tryna vibe with my rhythm
 And late nights get longer, your feelings get stronger
 But if it's one thing I know
 You're way too fucked, can't take you home
 Cocaine crazy, off the rails
 Money got long like her pinky nails
 She do coco, no Chanel
 Fucked up head, but she bad as hell
 And she got style, but I know that she crazy
 And she do blow like she grew in the '80s
 Baby, don't waste my time
 I'm fucked up and shit ain't right
 And she got style, but I know that she crazy
 And she do blow like she grew in the '80s
 Baby girl, that's alright
 We're fucked up but we'll be fine