We Love You Sora

Sora's Artistic Odyssey: Love, Breakups, and Creative Brilliance
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Lyrics

Yo

Expression of attention or greeting

Come on Dawg!

Encouragement to start or proceed

New style

Indication of a new style being presented

New flow nigga

Introduction of a new flow or rhythm

Let's go

Enthusiastic encouragement to begin

I'm back in this bitch

Declaration of the artist's return

Let's go let's go let's go let's go let's go let's go let's go let's go

Repetition of excitement and readiness

We love you Sora

Expressing love and support for Sora

All these bitches screaming "We love you" like I'm Tecca

Noting the attention and affection received similar to Tecca

And I open up the doors invite you to the Mecca

Inviting others to a significant place, possibly metaphorical

Switching up my flow n they wanna do a check up Sora too sick and I push it like I'm Pepa

Changing the rap style, facing scrutiny, and boasting about skills

So I open up the show storyteller with a dress up Brushes on my face say they wanna do a makeup

Opening a performance with a storytelling aspect

Chilling with my bro say they wanna do a cook up

Hanging out with friends, possibly cooking up ideas

I pull up to Stu pass the mic and I lay up

Participating in a studio session, contributing to the creation

Verse on a track fifty fifty that's the pay up

Sharing a verse on a track, emphasizing equal payment

My nigga run it back one take that's the way up

Efficiency in recording, doing it in one take

Done in a minute cause I really got my game up

Quickly finishing tasks due to improved skills

There really was no limit after dealing with the breakup

No limitations after overcoming a breakup

Open up my book took a page and skim it making final touches pimpin like Xzibit

Reviewing and refining creative work, drawing from experience

Asking for the matches passing green from the sachets

Asking for resources, possibly related to smoking

Sora never smoke so they call a nigga duchess

Not engaging in smoking, referenced as "duchess"

Trading stories and we laughing said I really gotta pack it

Sharing experiences and laughter with friends

I turn around and wave as I grab my fucking jacket

Leaving a place, waving goodbye with a jacket in hand

Walking to the cave on my mind is really Janet

Entering a contemplative state with thoughts of Janet

My niggas really faded dropping reefers on the mattress

Friends getting intoxicated, possibly with substances

Blowing up my phone so I put away the gadget

Ignoring distractions like phone calls for focus

Everytime I'm on a date this my nigga fucking habit

Having a recurring habit of being on the phone during dates

Wish I really knew never taking shit for granted

Expressing a desire to understand things better

La casa la Fuego the home was really branded

Referring to a branded and familiar home

All these bitches screaming "We love you" like I'm Tecca

Reiteration of love from others similar to Tecca

And I open up the doors invite you to the Mecca

Repeating the invitation to a significant place

Switching up my flow n they wanna do a check up Sora too sick and I push it like I'm Pepa

Repeating the change in style and handling scrutiny

So I open up the show storyteller with a dress up

Reiterating the storytelling aspect of the performance

Brushes on my face say they wanna do a makeup

Repeating the makeup metaphor, enhancing appearance

All these bitches screaming "We love you" like I'm Tecca

Reiteration of love from others similar to Tecca

And I open up the doors invite you to the Mecca

Repeating the invitation to a significant place

Switching up my flow n they wanna do a check up Sora too sick and I push it like I'm Pepa

Repeating the change in style and handling scrutiny

So I open up the show storyteller with a dress up

Reiterating the storytelling aspect of the performance

Brushes on my face say they wanna do a makeup

Repeating the makeup metaphor, enhancing appearance

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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