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Adam Tensta - 80s baby
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Tensta
Adam Tensta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Taal
Adam Taal
Songwriter
Hamed Pirouzpanah
Hamed Pirouzpanah
Composer
Nils Svennem Lundberg
Nils Svennem Lundberg
Songwriter
Keione
Keione
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nils Svennem Lundberg
Nils Svennem Lundberg
Mixing Engineer
K-ONE
K-ONE
Producer
Keione
Keione
Producer
Sören Von Malmborg
Sören Von Malmborg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Turn the lights down low, get in the moment Get my Chick Taylors on, lace em How we used to run back then We talkin' 9-3 9-4 eleven years ol' man 80's baby not like this old niggas 8-bit Nintendo, now we switching (switch) It's the new shit, that super Nintendo That Super Tennis, that Super Mario Older niggas they just can't catch the feelin' You know the Street Fighter shit imma kill em' Look at the smile on the kid but on the inside Surrounded by issues they stuck right with him like Mom is cryin', pops is gone What the fuck is goin' on cops breakin' down the door Lookin' blaze, lookin' hoes They got dogs with em', now they sniffin' my clothes But still it goes on imma imma imma imma 80's babe-baby, imma 80's babe-baby imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby On the regular we got fiends in the house Cause it's so damn hard to kick family out And it's so damn hard to kick those type of habits to the side When all they do is stick to you Glue, best? aluminum cans shit had to change We talkin' Transformers Leave the shit outside like legwarmers We already seen too much of that Twelve years old, my brother sixteen Buggin' me, he can really go places But it seems so racist, mean I can tell ya for colour Like you can't have one without the other Like bread without butter (no) So we pickin' upp a lucy instead (ooh) Only fuck what you think was right or wrong I didn't think about it 'til I headed home Sut still it goes on Imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby x2 Still got issues, mums gettin' sicker In and out of hospitals, the rent's due nigga Luckily she got her back on her feet Around the same time my brother back on the street Slangin' that weed and yay so heavy There's no option we gotta get paid at the mon' man Take it back to the 80's, push it to the limit Shit was so crazy man yeah More colorful than I could ever depict With crayons and whitepaper I'm talkin' neon lights, I got the high top fade Plus some pumps on my feet, make the cypher complete Imma 80's baby man imma imma imma 80's babe-baby imma 80's babe-baby x2 ahehe there's no option we gotta get paid
Writer(s): Hamed Pirouzpanah, Adam Taal Eriksson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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