Sofa Lyrics

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