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