Lyrics Soirée - Torae, The Kid Daytona

Soirée

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