1994 Lyrics

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