[Intro]
Young A-I-Tizzy-C-H
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]
Yeah, young A-I-Tizzy-C-H
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 actin' all sprung, think I had her T-Pain'd (Woo)
Mandem made racks at the back of these raves
Samе way I take cash, do my rap and leave stagе (Yeah)
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
Spend another few grand, smoke through a next pack
I just copped me some land, money’s due to spread fast
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, took the city and I made it mine
Put my shades on and rave like it's '89
[Verse 2]
Yeah, 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, the 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, took the city and I made it mine
Put my shades on and rave like it's '89
1989 was written by John Squire & Ian Brown & Mark Ralph & WhYJay & Aitch.
1989 was produced by WhYJay & Mark Ralph & George Reid & Pantha.
Always feel like I missed out on back in the day, from the stories I hear it was way better back then🤣 obviously I’ve not figured out how to time travel yet so this is the closest I’m gonna get🥲 This ones for my old school Manchester heads! And the people who wish they was born earlier to experien...
I just get jealous when my mum and dad are telling me stories about back in the day. I feel like it was all better than it is now. So I put myself in their shoes on this track, and in that world, to do it for the older generation of Manchester, really. This is for my town.
— Aitch via Apple Music