1994

Yeah
Yeah
I got no opinions about you
I can make it to the top without you
You didn't hear what I just said
I can make it to the top without you
I go pick up little bird
In my 1994
I'm whipping off the curb
In my 1994
I'm going down to the store
And seeing shit I can't afford
I'm swerving this Honda accord
It's my 1994
We can cruise the strip in my dusty coupe
My name is Tati, bitch who are you
Take the 215 straight to Martin Luth (Uh, it doesn't go there)
Skipping pass the schools I can see the youth (Youth)
Coming outta work I pray that this shit starts
Can't believe I really bought a broken car (I love it though)
Just to get to places that aren't that far
'fraid to admit it helped me become a star
I got no opinions about you
I can make it to the top without you
You didn't hear what I just said
I can make it to the top without you
I go pick up little bird
In my 1994
I'm whipping off the curb
In my 1994
I'm going down to the store
I'm seeing shit I can't afford
I'm swerving this Honda accord
It's my 1994
It's my 1994
It's my 1994
It's my 1994
It's my 1994