Big Sofa
I do this shit for myself
Fuck around and get so high I pray I never come down
My reason changing with the season coming outta my shell
Baby we can slow it down jus tell me how do you feel
I'm fallin to hell
Shits complicated
And I'm thankful for my brothers keepin me from fadin
This life a maze, navigate this shit no hesitatin
If you hit me up one of two things, workin or bakin
This shit is beautiful
Like I ain't got no time, losing my mind
I'm saying it's unusual
That I'm still feeling like this, gotta reminisce
And let it go
Yeah
Jus gotta let it go
(Man I'm like, I'm not too sure what she saying)
I swear these people man they'll never know
(But I feel it man you know)
That I do it so clean imma professional
And it's exceptional
I got like three bad bitches on this big ass sofa
Ain't heard the fat lady sing so this shit ain't over
If you ain't tune in now don't say I never told ya
Shit I been running my mouth and blowin doja
So tell me who all these people say what I'm s'posed to get
Like why the fuck you tellin me how my life I should live?
Don't worry bout it sweetheart
You mean no good in your heart
I'm doing better than ever and this the opening
Shit I been having trouble focusing
Mind been goin a million places except where it shoulda been
Can't get caught up on what coulda been
Proof is in the puddin-in-in-in
Fuck around and get so high I pray I never come down
My reason changing with the season coming outta my shell
Baby we can slow it down jus tell me how do you feel
I'm fallin to hell
Shits complicated
And I'm thankful for my brothers keepin me from fadin
This life a maze, navigate this shit no hesitatin
If you hit me up one of two things, workin or bakin
This shit is beautiful
Like I ain't got no time, losing my mind
I'm saying it's unusual
That I'm still feeling like this, gotta reminisce
And let it go
Yeah
Jus gotta let it go
(Man I'm like, I'm not too sure what she saying)
I swear these people man they'll never know
(But I feel it man you know)
That I do it so clean imma professional
And it's exceptional
I got like three bad bitches on this big ass sofa
Ain't heard the fat lady sing so this shit ain't over
If you ain't tune in now don't say I never told ya
Shit I been running my mouth and blowin doja
So tell me who all these people say what I'm s'posed to get
Like why the fuck you tellin me how my life I should live?
Don't worry bout it sweetheart
You mean no good in your heart
I'm doing better than ever and this the opening
Shit I been having trouble focusing
Mind been goin a million places except where it shoulda been
Can't get caught up on what coulda been
Proof is in the puddin-in-in-in
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Bradley Clark, Luke Seifert
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