Sophisticated

The way she walkin' got me trippin' on
Every false hope I'm stumblin' through
She got style, but every killer knows
The heels punch deeper when you're dancin'
I gotta play this game right, but I fumble through
Hours after hours thinkin' of you
But I'm lost and I just can't do
Another hundred-yard dash can't run that fast

But somehow, I gotta see this through
Sophisticated girl, she's the bane of my truth
Somehow, I gotta see this through
Sophisticated girl like you, like you

Hey now, I feel obliged to say
I've been pushing for the sugar, but the salt came
I got no complaints, 'cause I hitched the chain
A wreckin' ball pullin for ya ev'ryday
Shame on you girl, that's the truth
A five-letter word for the things you don't do
Shame of you girl, still I'm the fool
Flyin' to the flame like the other men too
Woo ooh ooh
Still they tell me I should really take the reins, yea
Man up; control my wicked lady
Domesticate her ways and put her in the right place
But, they don't really know my baby

But somehow, I gotta see this through
Sophisticated girl, she's the bane of my truth
Somehow, I gotta see this through
Sophisticated girl like you, like you

So sophisticated
Yeah girl, I know 'bout you
Chill me to my bones, yeah, I can't lie your (so sophisticated)
So sophisticated
Yeah girl, I know 'bout you
Chill me to my bones, yeah, I can't lie your (so sophisticated)

Still they tell me I should really take the reins, yea
Man up; control my wicked lady
Domesticate her ways and put her in the right place
But, they don't really know my baby

But somehow, I gotta see this through
Sophisticated girl, she's the bane of my truth
Somehow, I gotta see this through
Sophisticated girl like you, like you
Somehow, I gotta see this through
Sophisticated girl, she's the bane of my truth
Somehow, I gotta see this through
Sophisticated girl like you, like you



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Berry, Kenny Devone Wesley, Noah Lifschey
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