Album Cover 80's Baby (feat. Willie Millionare, Tae Trill, The Poet, King Spydamann, Tru & T

80's Baby (feat. Willie Millionare, Tae Trill, The Poet, King Spydamann, Tru & T

Classico Mystyc

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1981 A king was born

I first stepped in this world

My momma glad she had a sonAlready had a few girls

Remember eating Apple Jacks with your favorite spoon

In the living room watching Saturday cartoons

Remember Thundercats, He-Man, and yelling Yo Joe

Transformers, Ninja Turtles I can keep listing more

Remember riding BMXs from the time you got home

But you better be inside before the street lights came on

Remember

I′m an 80's apprentice

A generation X type menace

Use to knock and kick at people doors

Then run off giggling

Mathematics being learned back on Sesame Street

Take a look in a book

It′s Reading Rainbow to me

Chubby kid just wanted friends

Playing Nintendo Mario Kart

And boy we getting it in

Running through sprinkler systems

On that Slip N Slide again

It's only 9

Best to be catching wind going in

I'm an 80′s Baby

Back in the day when I was young

I′m not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

As I go back in time in my mind

I wish I was a kid again

Back in the day when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

As I go back in time in my mind

I wish I was a kid again

I fell in love with the pad

Wrote my first scripture in the back of a cab

Swore right then and there I′d never go with the fad

Keep it 100 and the margins attached

Southern diction speakin with no fictions of past

And if these walls could talk

Of adventures of past

Growing up from lad

With the beat in the back

And the heat in your lap

Wish that I could go back

1990 Pretty cloudy yeah the champion was born

Momma told later on just to weather the storm

I was good as young'n went cray later on

Big dippin when you young finding out you ain′t grown

Smoke weed now you stressed

Someone pick up the phone

Money short out of pocket

Make me say fuck a wallet

Got a dollar for shit a Whatchamacallit

Meet me in the back so

I can knock your eye out the socket

Funny how time flies

I remember December

I remember the streets

That year had the coldest of winters

We had no business in it

Dressed up in coats to defend us

Standing the warmth of a friendly smile

Innocent child

No longer innocent

No Sega Genesis No Nintendo

Lost our control then lost all control when we got our heart broke

Then we use to play Sonic

Now we sip Gin and Tonic

To quiet the chronic pain

This is not a game

Wish I could go back

Back in the day when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

As I go back in time in my mind

I wish I was a kid again

Back in the day when I was young

I′m not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

As I go back in time in my mind

I wish I was a kid again

Back then

Me and Foochi wrote comic books with Jack

I remember when Darius dared me to rap

On that first NES

Playing NBA Jam

I use to play with Air Dog as a Sacramento fan

Remember the old P's

Swantown Heights Gateway

Nights on the green box

Playing ball everyday

They done torn the hood down

Now shoutout to Decatur

I done been around the streets

But my heart is Glenhaven

In my hood I had no choice but to grow up fast

Earned my stripes in the streets

With a gun and a mask

No brakes just gas on the way to this cash

Still no regrets as I reflect on my past

I remember when this Mystyc click

Was all that I had

So I grind for all my partners

Still chasing the bag

I remember when this Mystyc click

Was all that I had

So I grind for all my partners

Still chasing the bag

Back in the day when I was young

I'm not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

As I go back in time in my mind

I wish I was a kid again

Back in the day when I was young

I′m not a kid anymore

But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

As I go back in time in my mind

I wish I was a kid again

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