ON THE SOFA ft. Antoine Sand Lyrics

Yeah

Its like this shit remind me of idols for real

Uh Yeah Uh Yeah

Its like, I got some shit to say

Yeah one bad decision after 'nother

Young dirty mufucker with an attitude problem

And a past shit for trouble, young bad bitch

ass like it came from her mother like pass spliff

Laugh bout the bad shit the trouble like

I cant start with ya name girl I start with you fragrance

Expensive I'll take it, the devil wear prada,

My bitch with a basics, I cant afford the other shit till the rap pay hit

I cant afford another bitch I pick favorites

And she wanting Jacobs, Christian and Louie Vutton

Like Houston, I have me a problem at home

Its some drama we sowed, yet I'm obviously throwed

Man I gotta be close to the big break, she turned off my mixtape

Pressed Drake and then hit play like girl what does this say

I promise my big day, coming I just need a lil money for this rent day

Yeah Please

What's the point of keeping contact, she don't really wanna see me damn

What's the point of making progress, man I told you shit ain't peachy damn

What's the point of clocking in when I don't get paid enough

What's the point doing shit when I don't give a fuck

I got rent coming up, and my chick wanting brunch with mimosas

Imma find myself sleeping on the fucking sofa

Yeah uh

Sleeping on the sofa, gotta get my shit together cause she ride me like a soldier

I told her, give me a minute to get my cake up

This rap shit is looking up girl I promise, yeah I'm straight up

She working double as a waitress, I think greatness awaits us, but baby I'm anxious

Cause shits moving slow, and I only got 55 bones from my last show

And I'm investing in us,

She like Theo when's the last time that we had some fun

My girls man always gets her a ton, do you not love me enough?

I'm like girl is you dumb?

I know I make excuses the truth is that lately im feeling tired and stuck

I'd feel stupid if I lost out on us, because that trust fund Isn't coming for months

But that's kinda fucked up, And if you choosing to leave

Then I guess that's what's up, Cause I was pushing my luck

Yeah

What's the point of keeping contact, she don't really wanna see me damn

What's the point of making progress, man I told you shit ain't peachy damn

What's the point of clocking in when I don't get paid enough

What's the point doing shit when I don't give a fuck

I got rent coming up, and my chick wanting brunch with mimosas

Imma find myself sleeping on the fucking sofa