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