Eighties (feat. 24kGoldn)

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)

She always wanna fight, she don't know how to make it right (Nah)

Whoa!

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

Babygirl, 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 2 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

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

Babygirl, that's alright

We're fucked up, but we'll be fine