Sofa

Running out the bar, I was so hurt Shorty talk to me like she know somn Shorty talk to me like she's beating on a drum Baggy with the jeans like I'm Soulja Pull up to your city where's the chauffeur? Pulled up to your city now my soul hurt Wish I flew first class, could have packed my sofa Nigga saying walk with me But my sole hurt Shorty so damn bubbly she like soda She like soda I like shaking things up Wanna hold her Too precise with the judgement sometimes If you say you love me, better talk to me nice In a way the treasure chooses who it wants to find it Often hiding in plain sight Till light leaks through its ancient cracks Sunshine