Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1980, artist - Estelle.
Date of issue: 17.10.2004
Song language: English
1980 |
I grew up in the 1980's |
In a 4-bedroom house |
My family, my Grandma, |
3 or 4 Aunties |
Uncles and Brothers |
In and out of prison daily |
At certain times when there was no heat |
We stay under covers |
There was life like u never seen |
Grandma taking extra people in Come dinner time It was tippin'18 |
Boil a big pot of water on the stove to take a bath |
Rub my face with Olive Oil |
All my mates used to laugh |
All my Cousin’s moved out |
We all got divided |
As i started to get older I seen God providing |
I’ve seen ?50 last 3 months solid |
I got my first pair of nikes we were still eating porridge |
Me and my cousin used to play Mel &Kim |
Practising dancin' |
Coming down the stairs and ting |
I touched Africa and came back darker |
Knowing myself |
Feeling my roots a little bit harder |
1980 year that God made me 89 i started to get by 99 i started to write rhymes |
walk with me reminice my life |
So then we moved up I thought I was the Fresh Prince |
Dynasty was re-runs and Dallas was faded |
With 3 beds this time and 6 kids |
we got a doggy that dog loved to shit |
My brother got his first pair of LA Gears |
He thought they were to take pictures of instead of wear |
I started hanging out and my jeans got tighter |
My weird neighbours set their own house on fire |
Church was All day every day and every week |
That’s where i learned how to sing |
Hearing that pastor Preach |
Benediction was all we went for |
So we could run home and play connect 4 |
Mum worked late and we learnt to cook |
Rice peas chicken and stew pea soup |
In the room watching Kung-Fu films |
And Cleopatra joans |
Wishing we were cosby kids and the match stick girls. |
The man downstairs was dead for 3 weeks |
His own cat started eating him |
The house starts to wreak |
That’s when we moved out |
And our house was bigger |
We had a large garage and the attic was killer |
We used to pray for 3 hours in the mornin' |
Sitting on the school bus |
Believe we was yawning |
All our hair was stuck down to our foreheads |
Jam curls, splits, dorags and pin curls yes |
Sexy boys walking round showing interest |
In what i don’t know coz we all had flat chests |
Don’t think we never mastered the Kid n Play steps |
Doowop for days in the bogle yep |
But this is just the beginning of my life right, |
9 kids a house and one life time |
Yo, the beginning of my life right |
9 kids a house in one life time |