paroles de chanson F.A.D.S. - Classified

Although there are oceans we must cross
And mountains that we must climb
I know every game must have a loss
So pray that our loss is nothing but time

Now this is all before the throwback
Trucker hats, spinners and the platinum
Fads come and go, y'all need to recognize what's happenin
Far as I remember in 1982
There was no one hatin you if you rocked the latest shoes
Styles change daily like everyone's opinion
Buy the latest fashion just so you can fit in
In '89 everybody had hammer pants
And they were topped off nice with a brand new Barney France
Everybody wore it
Nowadays ain't a chance any of us
Sport it and that's why I record this
Wanted all the newest style but never could afford it
But did have a mullet in my elementary portrait
Lesson learned, I looked stupid as hell
But I can laugh at myself now cause kid I'm doin well
Hell I just do it for myself, make sure my music's felt
This is real life reality, play what you been dealt

Look at sped-up samples, everybody's usin it
I try to skip past but can't bring myself to it
If it sounds good it's good, keep it plain and simple
But pitch shift the vocals and slice a bitch instrumental
Back to the 80's though, kids wearin bike shorts
Lookin like a idiot so this is what I write for
Open your eyes, all these fads are fadin out
Like pullover Chicago Bull and L.A. Raider coats
Say it ain't so but all of it gets played though
Like sneakers with velcro, speakin what you all know
Preachin with a raw flow, tryin to make it easy
You don't need to buy these things just because it's on your TV
Believe me, I did the same shit in high school
I had the Doc Marten shoes and thought classifieds cool
But come on, that went no quicker than the British Knights
So now I spit it right every time I hit the mic

And I remember women with they haircut lookin a straight menace
With they bangs a foot in the air like Elaine Benes
These wack trend setters get backed by pretenders
Legwarmers, mesh shirts, all that shit, I remember
I'm sick of seein "No Fear" on people's windshield
Cause everybody had it on their Currie truck or Enfield
Remember fanny packs, the poach, whatever you call it
Kids used to wear em with nothin in it and think they were ballin
We all fell into it, but yes this game is fresh
So I still try to improve and pursue it, but if rap fails
I'm growin back my rat tail, movin
Back to Enfield, livin a simple life