1986 Lyrics

(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-