

(brrr) (uno, dos)
Porch light's shining, she don't care at all
Living room runway, back against the wall Half-charged power bank sitting on
the shelf
She don't need a crowd,
she's dancing for herself
Let them look, let them talk
Watch her walk
(mira, mira)
That's my soft launch,
that's my heat
(suave) Watch me wear it down the street
No invitation, we don't care
We just let the speakers flare (hey,
hey, hey)
Neighbor's staring
through the dusty glass
Petty confidence, we make it last
Charging up the phone,
living in the zone
Soft launch baby, never on her own
That's my soft launch,
that's my heat
(suave) Watch me wear it down the street
No invitation, we don't care
We just let the speakers flare (hey,
hey, hey)
Soft launch... (shhh)