Song Lyrics

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
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 f*ck 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
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

Chase Copley, Golden Landis Von Jones, Landon Cube, Nicco Anthony Catalano, Tristan Seccuro

The duration of Eighties is 1:46 minutes and seconds.