Eighties

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 (Woah)

And she got style, but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
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 eighties
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 eighties
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 eighties
Baby girl, that's alright
We're fucked up but we'll be fine