[Intro]
Born in the eighties
Raised in the heat
Sand in my sneakers
Gold on my teeth (hey!)
[Verse 1]
I was born where the road look rust
Sun so mean that it peel that truck
Grill so bright, make the shade look crushed
OG auntie say “baby, that’s us”
Candy paint dreams in a brown Chevette
Whole hood prayed that we dodge that debt
Mama had curlers and a cigarette laugh
Pop in the dash, make the whole seat clap
Snapback tilt, big hoop swing
Got a walk like I own this thing
Never learned soft, only learned tough
Turn a side-eye stare to a line-up (what?)
[Chorus]
Eighties baby, desert crazy
Hot air, hair big, attitude wavy
Strip-mall queen, turned block lil’ lady
Whole clique loud, whole crew shady
Eighties baby, talk slick, move lazy
All that sweat made the hustle look gravy
Hands to the sky, if you grew up faded
Eighties baby, eighties baby
[Verse 2]
House party jump in a single-wide spot
Fried food steam and the floor too hot
Cousin in the corner with the high-top fade
I’m the girl in the middle make the whole room shake
Double-cup lip stain, nails on ten
Phone full of fines, call ‘em “remember when”
I ain’t from the snow, I’m from dust and flame
Where the tire marks spell out your last name
Talk that talk, but you never outside
I was fryin’ in the lot when the paint got fried
Whole crew grown from the concrete cracks
Turn a shy-town boy to a desert maniac (ayy)
[Chorus]
Eighties baby, desert crazy
Hot air, hair big, attitude wavy
Strip-mall queen, turned block lil’ lady
Whole clique loud, whole crew shady
Eighties baby, talk slick, move lazy
All that sweat made the hustle look gravy
Hands to the sky, if you grew up faded
Eighties baby, eighties baby
[Bridge]
If you know, then you know that burn
Skin turn bronze when the streetlights turn
Still that kid with the boom in the back
Still that girl make the whole spot clap (clap, clap)
[Chorus]
Eighties baby, desert crazy
Hot air, hair big, attitude wavy
Strip-mall queen, turned block lil’ lady
Whole clique loud, whole crew shady
Eighties baby, talk slick, move lazy
All that sweat made the hustle look gravy
Hands to the sky, if you grew up faded
Eighties baby, eighties baby