Eighties - Landon Cube, 24kGoldn

Woah!

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)

Woah!

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 drippah

Impatient patient

Drugs in her system

Shawty can’t two step

Tryna fuck with my rhythm

These late nights

Get longer

Your feelings get stronger

But if it’s one thing I know

You 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

She got style but I know that she crazy

She do blow like she grew in the eighties

Baby girl that’s alright

We’re fucked up but we’ll be fine