SyWavy - Jorja lyrics

Bought her UGG boots for her birthday
That ain't mean shit she still cheated
Time to our self I guess
It's what we both needed
I told her I love the
Chrome hearts with big pieces
Or a pennant with your name
On it for many reasons call dropped
Babe I thought we had a good connection
And love started to lag
She started lacking affection
I told her get right 'cause
I ain't with the disrespecting
I'm the Shundor nigga coming
From the south boy
She got fresh for the night like the Altoid
It's hollow for the night
Yeah she living on the void
But I'm still the one she avoids

We all want a Jorja we all want a Jorja
We all want a Jorja we all want a Jorja
We all want a Jorja we all want a Jorja

Pure adjustments, lost in the words
I can wander over yonder
Sonder what you heard
Wise words from Juice it's a
Gift and a curse i told her send me merch
At sunrise we smirk I
I wanna keep loving with you
But you can't see what I see
And that's the issue
If you were in my shoes
You would have trust issues
Got the family in troupes with the vanity too
And the love is just loose
And I'm tied in the tangle wait, calm down
Now I'm thinking what I really want
Cause I never been the one to taunt
And also 'cause this shit is getting no fun

Deep down inside, I want a Jorja
Not one that just says from Georgia
Nice body Apple type call it Smith
The one that'll do my hair when
I ask for the twist
I'm saying, damn, I want it

You can meet me at the alter
Growing up tough times without a father
Like why would I give up
'cause I really want her
Never been to LA, but I'm gon charge her
I can take you to my
Chocolate factory Willy Wonka
Last year gar in my mouth don dada
Feeling good tonight, play big poppa
I won't even stop her uh, the don dada
The Don hustle stressing out
Draining out like I'm pulling muscles
We cannot just tumble
The tears go to puddles
We cannot just crumble
They hear shit they tumble
They hear shit they tumble, they hear shit

We all want a Jorja we all want a Jorja
We all want a Jorja we all want a Jorja
We all want a Jorja we all want a Jorja

Open book to you, you can have it all
On your book
It was closed stashed away up in the library
I love you through the storm
Always destined on the Halle Berry
Can you be mine? Will you marry?
Will you double-check, never scary
And I love you, and you love me
Love to Jorja, I mention a lot
Let that nigga fuck up
Then I'm taking his spot

Deep down inside, I want a Jorja
Not one that just says from Georgia
Nice body Apple type call it Smith
The one that'll do my hair when
I ask for the twist
I'm saying, damn, I want it