Letra de 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