Soirée - Torae, The Kid Daytona

Breaka dawn til the break of day

We rocking popping bottles of Spade

And dancing the problems away…"

Heyyyy 1 time for the high life

Always knew this shoulda been my life

And even if its only for one night

Then it’s alright cuz we all right

And we all like living it up

Drive big cars for broads who be giving it up

She put on her best dress just to shimmy it up

It’s no fun less we divie it up word to Nate Dogg

All I do is spread love how you hate Tor…

Realest in the room what the fake for

I’m just tryna give her reason to shake more…

Bottles to the face fuck it we ain’t pour

Can’t score, least get an assist

She drawn to the allure so hard to resist

So had to insist mami gimme a dance

Since they love niggas in Paris we did it in France… heyyy

In Marseille at the old port

Where new surroundings cover my old thoughts

And brand new kicks copping my old sport

I’m tryna cop me a team thinking what Hov thought

That’s a home court advantage for real

Gotta keep the money clean once you handed a mill

And it might get outta hand once you handed a pill

No sense in still standing, if your standing is still

So we jamming for real hold ya glass in the air

Wave your Roley side to side like if Biggie was here

Nigga ah leave with ya Cassie like Diddy was here

Might shoot this shit up like if Fiddy was here

But the city is here its a jiggy affair

If she giving you the look her intentions is clear

Tryna put the red bottoms where the ceiling is near

Bonjour man we get it in here