Comfort Mode Lyrics – Daniel Di Angelo

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Shawty, get your bag out the way
Aye, I’m doing telekinesis
I got her chopped up in pieces, like salad, eat it all day, yeah
Right, right, mi amor, what’s the deal
Baby, go fix you a plate
All of my girls are just coming back to the station
Shawty working so long that she need a vacation
How ’bout Las Vegas? This hotel is vacant
Yeah, vacuous behavior, I got two girls in a C major chord
Yeah, fu*k that, I’ll see later, bend her back out, it was decent before
Righteous, two models and they’re holding onto my chest and
Oh yeah, I like this
Yeah, everything on my list
On top of toxic, she’s topping off for her bliss
Pretty patterns on her sundress
Though it’s on the floor, we’re a mess

AMG, but I ride in comfort mode, yeah
I’m healing b!tches like a doctor, hoe
I graduated out of Harvard
I get sweet bread and you get sour-dough
Uh, I’m in the crossroads
Five hundred b!tches in all colors
Bottom my girls and they all toppers, yeah
Toppers

Comfort mode, yeah
I’m healing b!tches like a doctor, hoe
I graduated out of Harvard
I get sweet bread and you get sour-dough
Uh, I’m in the crossroads
Five hundred b!tches in all colors
Bottom my girls and they all toppers, yeah
Toppers

I like shawty’s whole accent
Shawty, what’s cracking?

Not many active, too many acting
I’m really packing, baby, the fact is
You should come and see it for yourself and inspect it
Ahh, the rules are for your own good
I let shawty wild out, cause she’s so good
Bite the peach, so sweet, that’s soul-food
In Dior, yeah, I’m an energy pack and shawty keep taking my battery
Yeah, no uncertainty in her opposition
I put all of my girls in her competition
Yeah, so she stop running her mouth
Oh, but I let that peace work out
But I let that peace work out, oh

Bet I leave a trail
Shawty working at retail
I broke the dispensary scale, stacking up all my ganja like bales
No more pretty little lies, don’t tell
No more acting, no Lucy Hale
With a face like that, you’ll get jailed
With a mouth like that, you’ll prevail