1989

[Verse 1: Disco Izrael]
I could've told you that I'm gonna be the rebellious type
A devil at night, fluorescent drugs, forming a fight
So I couldn't see you, the little girl touch, [?] could never be true
Fuck you, Amadeus beats from a B2

Verbal sick, hardy flicks, flicker my peripheral
Trouble to the world like a diaspora visual
Spaceman flooded with the [?] in a formless limbo
A portionless touch couldn't crush my obsession with you

Calmer the patriarch, [?] Sudan will give you
In a blue sugar, this cool shit but I still think that I'm useless
When I look at your colors, give our ziac to their [?] and plumber, they're black
Lingеring, I'll come on your back

[Hook]
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco (1989)
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco (1989)
It's disco, it's not rap music, motherfucker, it's disco

[Verse 2: Disco Izrael]
It's 1989, and I'm a [?] with a hookеr, slack
With cigars, my skeleton, television and bootleg facts
A bunch of modernists, I met your little girl
I'm cool with technology, and punch a fucking floppy disk

Triple 6, expensive drinks, drank, church music
Don't have money, so he fucked you when he used it
It's a [?], devil used to be the peacekeeper
Trouble to the world, like a crazy fuck, [?] sleeper

It's an Amadeus, I'm Amadeus, make money
Snow is the color of the alps, please fuck me
Amadeus, I'm Amadeus, make money
Snow is the color of the alps

[Hook]
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco (1989)
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco (1989)
It's disco, it's not rap music, motherfucker, it's disco

[Outro]