This is a song about "Cozy lounge"

You cleaned up most but there's bits on the couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Normally i wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,

I wish that i was sleeping in my bed cozy just dreaming

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Where the fuck is he at? i'm lonely, he's probably cozy.

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

They make me feel warm and cozy

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch