Loyle Carner - 1992 lyrics

[Hook: Rejjie Snow & Loyle-Carner] 92 dreams, 92 kids, 92 queens 92 kings, 92 boys, 92 girls 92 beats, a 92 world [Verse 1: Rejjie Snow] Just a black n***ar smoking my cigar Puff, puff that's that sh** Was born in 92, She was 86, I mean 93 She'd make a brother stiff Dark blue eyes, caramel lips Momma was a preacher, daddy kinda rich In the year of '92, I mean '93 This little boy Rejjie, the birds and the bees Three was the age, N read it from the page Confusion occured and daddy got rage Back in '92, Dr. Dre came The Chronic in my room, daddy would play I started making raps around '98 When Big L died, the lord gives and takes away The greatest of the greatest, the worst of the worst [Verse 2: Loyle-Carner] Uh uh, I, I Fall in love way too easily Used to treat ‘em nice And now I treat 'em like they're treating me But this isn't me eagerly Cos I'd rather retreat up where the sweeter be But if its unrequited Then its right for me to flee the scene Like 96 Seems my daddy might have dipped And that was it Me I was two So now I couldn't give a sh** But bettered few When the clever grew Stepping out askew “he was bruising to prove the news" Never show him up if iÍ did I never wanted to Tell the honest truth when he would ask me Silent sitting in car seats While he's hitting the palm trees I'm with him And he be steady grinning The lights reflecting off his golf teeth are blurring my vision But the wheels continue spinning Playing the victim That was his position Hear him speaking some wisdom to women without any vision Mumma wishing Sat reminiscing She couldn't kiss him The truth is, he was still useless We wouldn't miss him Hook