Lirik Lagu 1989, Singel Baru Aitch

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "1989" adalah lagu baru yang dirilis oleh rapper dan penulis lagu asal Inggris, Aitch.

Lagu yang resmi dirilis pada Jumat (20/5/2022) ini diproduseri oleh Mark Ralph & WhYJay dan menjadi singel ketiga dari album baru mendatangnya, Close To Home.

Simak lirik lagu baru "1989" dari Aitch berikut ini.

[Intro]
Young A-I-Tizzy-CH, pull up in a G-Class when I'm on the E-state
All you’re gonna see is rats when you got some cheesecake
So my brothers, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yo
Young A-I-Tizzy-CH, pull up in a G-Class when I'm on the E-state (Skrrt)
All you gonna see is rats when you got some cheesecake
So my brothers T-rap, see your food and T-ake
Dom Péri in the glass, we don't do no cheap dates
I just spent like three racks, put a bag on each plate
When she back it, she’s bad, when I clap it, she's great
But she's actin' all sprung, think I had her T-Pain'd (Woo)
Mandem made racks at the back of these raves
Same way I tak? cash, do my rap and leave stage (Y?ah)
Gave her one smash, now she backin' team Aitch (Haha)
I don't give a fuck how many rappers she's laid (No way)
Pussy on tap, run the bath it gets mad
Spendin’ another few grand, smoke through a next pack
I just copped me some land, money, streets, and bedfast
Boy, I got me some plans, more moves and less chat
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah
Run the place, we don’t wait in line
Give a fuck that I'm late, I’ma take my time
Yeah
Tour the city and I made it mine
Put my shades on a rave like it's '89

[Verse 2]
Yo
Dirty mouth, but, my heart clean (Yeah)
That's why my pockets fat like darts team (Haha)
Yeah, they look at me like, "It can’t be" (No way)
Yo, that boy got rich in a heartbeat (Skrrt)
Take the traction off the whip and I slide out
Roof off throwin' M's up 'cause it's my town
She came in a dress, ended up in a nightgown
I ain't even flex, I'm just layin' the pipe down
I say it with my chest, I'm the greatest you'll find out
Aitch but I feel like AJ when I psych out (Yeah)
They don't really love me, deep down they just like clout
So pay me with respects, if you ain't payin' the right pounds
Yeah, bezel on the watch like the tracks I record
Probably platinum or gold, I got plaques for 'em all (Huh)
Don't trip when I slip, money catches the fall
They can't kick with the clique 'cause we actually ball

[Chorus]
Yeah
Run the place, we don't wait in line
Give a fuck that I'm late, I'ma take my time
Yeah
Tour the city and I made it mine
Put my shades on a rave like it's '89