Keta, Slika - Key Points testo (lyrics)
Keta [Aziz Khemiri] Milano, Italia (🇹🇳) 🇮🇹
[Keta, Slika - Key Points testo lyrics]
Back in the days when I was young
There was no such thing as time out
Time out? That’s what you was asking for
When your mama had that switch in her hand
That she talk that lil ass
Chain in the backyard
Beaten ya ass up the stairs
There wasn’t any backtalking, lip smacking
Smacks lips eye rolling nah not in her face
There wasn’t a colour tv, a dvd, var
Telephone in your room
Just be glad you had a room
We didn’t know what it felt like
To pick our own clothes
N watch tv past 9, or voice our own opinions
But we had a choice to go to bed
Now or get our ass whooped now
There wasn’t any playin after dark
Or hanging round grown folks conversations
Lights on, your ass better be in thе house
No cell, pages or two ways
All wе had was walky talkies
That were two ft away
But remember wearing jean jackets
N all our clothes backwards
Or how about names airbrushed on jeans
N everybody signing their name on them
Don’t let me forget about zit's
Backlaces n alligators
Don't trip, you knew you had a pair
B-Ks converse, homers n shell toe
Black white nylon reebok classics
Or atomic in erry single colour
N don’t let me get about
Half leather in suede jeans
Wearing used slick
Damaged or cross colours all together
Triple facts n stalkers that
You wouldn’t take off
Cause they wouldn’t fit in your locker
(Couldn’t shut the door)
Camo pants, n pack leather shoes
I’d die to have a pair
Didn’t you? polka dots in a quality heirloom
Ray on shirts n wearing vest with everything
While others wore verticals
N horizontals together
No bling bling or iced out things
All we had were dope ropes n names
N hair fried n laid to the side
Stat curls, fangle waves, n french rolls
Box braids n natural cornrows
Gumies gone everyone
Remember tape recorders, boom boxes
Jaw breakers n American popsicles
How bout nialators n chocolate watermelon
N banana, n fireballs
Not to mention the junk that
We couldn’t eat at all
Summer came n we still did our thing
Jelly shoes in the dirt n
When they were pulled
Off you had a neat lil patch work
Halter tops n booty shorts for girls
Cut off pep boy n for boys
We had real stuff to do like play outside
Do flips n cartwheels make up
Cheers n catch fireflies too
Stuff has changed don’t you agree
Well never forget about how things used to be
What? You said vorticals
Ahaha vorticals
Look at you imma get this
There was no such thing as time out
Time out? That’s what you was asking for
When your mama had that switch in her hand
That she talk that lil ass
Chain in the backyard
Beaten ya ass up the stairs
There wasn’t any backtalking, lip smacking
Smacks lips eye rolling nah not in her face
There wasn’t a colour tv, a dvd, var
Telephone in your room
Just be glad you had a room
We didn’t know what it felt like
To pick our own clothes
N watch tv past 9, or voice our own opinions
But we had a choice to go to bed
Now or get our ass whooped now
There wasn’t any playin after dark
Or hanging round grown folks conversations
Lights on, your ass better be in thе house
No cell, pages or two ways
All wе had was walky talkies
That were two ft away
But remember wearing jean jackets
N all our clothes backwards
Or how about names airbrushed on jeans
N everybody signing their name on them
Don’t let me forget about zit's
Backlaces n alligators
Don't trip, you knew you had a pair
B-Ks converse, homers n shell toe
Black white nylon reebok classics
Or atomic in erry single colour
N don’t let me get about
Half leather in suede jeans
Wearing used slick
Damaged or cross colours all together
Triple facts n stalkers that
You wouldn’t take off
Cause they wouldn’t fit in your locker
(Couldn’t shut the door)
Camo pants, n pack leather shoes
I’d die to have a pair
Didn’t you? polka dots in a quality heirloom
Ray on shirts n wearing vest with everything
While others wore verticals
N horizontals together
No bling bling or iced out things
All we had were dope ropes n names
N hair fried n laid to the side
Stat curls, fangle waves, n french rolls
Box braids n natural cornrows
Gumies gone everyone
Remember tape recorders, boom boxes
Jaw breakers n American popsicles
How bout nialators n chocolate watermelon
N banana, n fireballs
Not to mention the junk that
We couldn’t eat at all
Summer came n we still did our thing
Jelly shoes in the dirt n
When they were pulled
Off you had a neat lil patch work
Halter tops n booty shorts for girls
Cut off pep boy n for boys
We had real stuff to do like play outside
Do flips n cartwheels make up
Cheers n catch fireflies too
Stuff has changed don’t you agree
Well never forget about how things used to be
What? You said vorticals
Ahaha vorticals
Look at you imma get this