80’s Baby Syndrome by BT Lucci Lyrics
[Hook]
Ooh
80’s baby syndrome
[Verse 1]
Ice cold, no feelings, I’m starting to shiver
I don’t want to put in this work and I don’t trust my niggas
What to do I can’t get out the car like Trey
What the fuck did I get myself into today
We looking for these niggas we tripping and we high and ready
But I’m nervous as fuck sitting in the backseat of my Chevy
Trying to keep my composure when the police pull us over
Then it’s over, well it’s the game you chose soldier
Tough shit if you go to jail for life
Fuck you, fuck yo momma, fuck your kids and fuck yo wife
Cause it’s the streets nigga and it ain’t no love
It don’t matter if you an esai or gutting with cous
You gonna lose it one way or shape or form
The people gonna take you away from the ones you adorn
Leaving you so torn, nigga straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
[Hook]
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
[Verse 2]
80’s baby syndrome nigga straight like that
I come from a place where you should never turn your back
Cause the sharks will come feeding and they will attack
Gotta watch these niggas riding down the street with slack
I used to be in the car with that mini MAC
Now I wear a suit and tie with the creased up slacks
Ain’t no going back for me boy I done changed
But niggas still looking at me nigga like what you claim
San Diego bad [?] Luigi’s the name
And if you want my respect then you will refrain
By slandering my name and fucking up my rep
I’m a cool ass nigga but I demand my respect
I’m all about my money man I’m trying to get wet
I live for my family not my motherfuckign self
I’m tryna wake up from this dream and get my shit right
But I tell you it ain’t going down tonight
[Hook]
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
[Verse 3]
I have dreams of my afterlife the one thing that scares me
It feels like the twilight
Like I’m still tryna find my way
Sifting through the fog running through the smoke
I feel like I’m sleeping even when I’m awoke
I’m fucking dead, I’m tryna wake up out this haze
I decided to go legit but I got a lot of bad days
It’s like maze, these fuckers taking half my check
Man they worked my black ass to fucking death
But it’s better than still being innocent
I was lost but now I’m found and that you can fucking bet
I’m not defined by a check or a song or a neighbourhood
Either fuck with BT Lucci nigga call me Mr Meat Cleaver
I see you at the top, in my two sheeter with my gopro
My bad day been no joke
But I never gave up hope I’m tryna do right
It’s the realest words I ever spoke
Hit rewind on your remote
[Hook]
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome
Ooh
80’s baby syndrome
[Verse 1]
Ice cold, no feelings, I’m starting to shiver
I don’t want to put in this work and I don’t trust my niggas
What to do I can’t get out the car like Trey
What the fuck did I get myself into today
We looking for these niggas we tripping and we high and ready
But I’m nervous as fuck sitting in the backseat of my Chevy
Trying to keep my composure when the police pull us over
Then it’s over, well it’s the game you chose soldier
Tough shit if you go to jail for life
Fuck you, fuck yo momma, fuck your kids and fuck yo wife
Cause it’s the streets nigga and it ain’t no love
It don’t matter if you an esai or gutting with cous
You gonna lose it one way or shape or form
The people gonna take you away from the ones you adorn
Leaving you so torn, nigga straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
[Hook]
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
[Verse 2]
80’s baby syndrome nigga straight like that
I come from a place where you should never turn your back
Cause the sharks will come feeding and they will attack
Gotta watch these niggas riding down the street with slack
I used to be in the car with that mini MAC
Now I wear a suit and tie with the creased up slacks
Ain’t no going back for me boy I done changed
But niggas still looking at me nigga like what you claim
San Diego bad [?] Luigi’s the name
And if you want my respect then you will refrain
By slandering my name and fucking up my rep
I’m a cool ass nigga but I demand my respect
I’m all about my money man I’m trying to get wet
I live for my family not my motherfuckign self
I’m tryna wake up from this dream and get my shit right
But I tell you it ain’t going down tonight
[Hook]
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
[Verse 3]
I have dreams of my afterlife the one thing that scares me
It feels like the twilight
Like I’m still tryna find my way
Sifting through the fog running through the smoke
I feel like I’m sleeping even when I’m awoke
I’m fucking dead, I’m tryna wake up out this haze
I decided to go legit but I got a lot of bad days
It’s like maze, these fuckers taking half my check
Man they worked my black ass to fucking death
But it’s better than still being innocent
I was lost but now I’m found and that you can fucking bet
I’m not defined by a check or a song or a neighbourhood
Either fuck with BT Lucci nigga call me Mr Meat Cleaver
I see you at the top, in my two sheeter with my gopro
My bad day been no joke
But I never gave up hope I’m tryna do right
It’s the realest words I ever spoke
Hit rewind on your remote
[Hook]
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome, straight like that
I see my life through the windows of my Cadillac
80’s baby syndrome