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Joe Weller

90's Kid

 

90's Kid


[Hook Joe Weller:]
You can call it old school, you can call it dated
I ain't messing you around, it's underrated
Back in the day, this was bare appreciated
So turn around, sit down if you be hating

[Verse 1 Joe Weller:]
Mandem, we bouncing to my sound
All I see is punks tweeting and bitching around
Taking every cheap shot, like it's around a pound
A colouring book fixed everything, but look at us now
I be on that, you see me following no one, yeah
90's kid, with a counter bid, I'm raving with my mum (what)
Fresh Prince, That's So Raven, Kenan and Kel
True greatness, you got nothing else
I'm a rookie at best, man, I'm no Slim Shady
Those were the golden times and now we have to call her maybe
For you I have a story generated through a sound
Drink it in and understand, as you listen to the bass pound

[Hook x2 Joe Weller:]
You can call it old school, you can call it dated
I ain't messing you around, it's underrated
Back in the day, this was bare appreciated
So turn around, sit down if you be hating

[Verse 2 Joe Weller:]
I'm on my Nokia, that thing will never break
Forget your fancy Android apps, this bitch has got snake
Hard as nails, it works hard
Just like me when I'm writing my letters to my aunt
I don't need Facebook, rumours spread like a disease
I'd rather use a pen, tell it straight and how I mean
I'm not delirious, I just try to speak the truth
Why announce to the world your relationship?
That's meant to stay between you
Nineteen, sixteen and now at eleven, you see?
Kids taking everything, like it's a competition
You're a slag, I'm a slag and they're a bunch of players
Stop assessing my life, like you're some sort of surveyor
It's true, these days there's always a judge
Trying to knock you off, put you down
It's like they're made of cold blood
But that's irrelevant, dirt in the ground
I've got my tamagotchi, that's all I care about

[Verse 3 MC Whande:]
Britain to Zimbabwe, I stay upon my throne
You can find me any day, in the retro zone
Busting out my PS1, Nintendo 64
Playing FIFA 99, it's the best out of them all
African, Caucasian, you know it's amazing
Spitting bars like I need the roof be raising
Power Puff girls be my perfect cup of tea
As we all be getting hyper
Put your hands up to this beat

[Hook x2 Joe Weller:]
You can call it old school, you can call it dated
I ain't messing you around, it's underrated
Back in the day, this was bare appreciated
So turn around, sit down if you be hating

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