SouL Every Sunday ✍🏾
I saw you in the Starbucks
Sitting next to the window
I gave you a compliment
You took it as an insult
You ain’t even funny
You’re playin’ with my impulse
Rip me like paper
Cut me out like I’m stencil
But we’re dope now
We have a little substance
Alone
Whispering sweet nothin’s
A lot of people frontin’ like they’re somethin’
but they’re all just creepin’
But I don’t really care
Cuz you’re the one I’m tryna be with
-SouL Elements, Could You Be The One?
