Music: Garrett Sparrow/Detahjae Delique Markeith Bess
Softie
Softie
Softie
When I met you I was in a rut
Mentally,a run though
Chasing me'cause I knew where to run (from my needs)
Softie
I know you wanna write off me
Too soft for myself
Myself
Rubbing on your soft skin
Dancing round like topspins
Shawty you my top pick, you was at the top ten
Blocked all them aggressive chicks, you ain't like them
Girl you better than
Me and Francis pedaling
On our way to your house
Do you got a best friend?
I know you got silk sheets
Body feel like Tempur-Pedic
Didn't need a pillow'cause
You the only one I needed
Mind on cloud nine but you the cloud so cloud ten
Uno with your friends but we can play a game without them
We can call it veinte, 'cause me and you equal 20
I know you don't like incense
So I bought you a candle so we'll smell incense
And since we're on the topic of incense
In sense it makes sense we make sense together
If it don't make dollars
Softie
Softie, I know you wanna write off me
Too soft for myself
Myself
Softie
Hey! Said again
Me and Francis pedaling
Body so soft, and you got me hard like sediment
Hey! Said again
Cotton candy eyes, rose petal cheeks
Pass out when we face, I wake up in my dreams
Love is what we make, body so unique
We was playing games tic-tac-toe
Now all them X's and O's turned into three row
All over face, all over my clothes, woah~
Softie
Softie
Softie