Lyrics 1986 - Monarck

(Ooh)

She falling in love, I'm falling in lust
You know I do as I must
You never doing enough
She ride it up and down
Taking it slow, no rush
Fuck it up, fucking on hush (Hush)
No playing, you know that it's us
I know you come up from the weak side, when I show you what you never seen
Windows down over the east side, I drive, she rolling my green
Downtown drinks to the street line, yeah I know that she coming to me
I don't fuck around with no freaks, mine, all mine, gon roll with the team
I'm gonna roll with the team, yeah, smoke in my lungs when I breathe
You can't be coming to me, girl, I fuck with you like you a treesh
I'm pulling up on you to pull it down, I keep a lil a bitch on her knees
Smokin up all in the trees, losing my senses, grabbing my keys
From my car to my room
Oh, that glow, that look in her eye, yeah
Tryna play up a disguise, woah
Lookin one star in the sky
Rolling like you with the team, yeah
Really you rolling with me
Clouded vision like you up in a dream
Pill after pill so you ain't what you seem (Yeah)

I been smoking laced, running through the case
All my bitches on they face
Light up, white on up to space
Basement table, snow to trace
434, we back to base
Fucked it up just one more time
I'm headed down so I could brace like-

When the time come I'll get you on my side, yeah
Roll my weed now, only feel right if I'm fried
It's no leaving once you get inside, yeah, yeah, yeah

I would fuck if I said fuck her sister
I would fuck with distance out the picture (Oo-ooh)
Like it more when she be further north
So when we link, I fuck her like I missed her (Ah, a-ah)
When we met, you know I went and kissed her
She was faded, so she don't remember
Skip the line, they treat me like a member
That bitch said she visit in December (Oh, okay)
You know that we going harder
I don't treat her like somebody's daughter (Woah)
Cause she swore to her dad she tryna get clean
But I ain't never seen her sober
And I'm falling into a supernova
And I'm calling up to bend it over
She on ghost mode, with no exposure
You midnight backing in the Rover
But no
I been busy with a show (Oh, okay)
We still linking on the low
Yeah, is it Kylie, Miley, finally I got some time for me to rip a flow
Too many numbers calling, I don't know
I got a fifth and ounce that we can share
None of my other bitches even care
All of a green and I'm staying on go
Like woah
Call her my baby, know she my baby
How we gon flow
She never made me, but she can save me
Out from the door
Running up on me, one hundred miles
I stay on the low
Just wanna slave her how she crave me

I been smoking laced, running through the case
All my bitches on they face
Light up, white on up to space
Basement table, snow to trace
434, we back to base
Fucked it up just one more time
I'm headed down so I could brace like-