Cold Couch

Lyrics

[Intro] Was home from my last shift I barely stretched the toe and now I'm out the door I bundle up I grab a coat I know, baby Wednesday [Verse 1: Johnny Venus] Its Wednesday, three hours home for my last shift I barely stretched the toe and now I'm out the door I bundle up I grab a coat I know, baby, can't let that little draft in I know this is the dirty hotline [?] Everybody want to move here they got tools here, we got yours here And we don't play no favorites, cause everybody hated it [?] was just the greatness, in Batman's mama's basement Curtis was bumping faces, and now y'all can't replace us Let us in the Matrix [?] like some Haitians In the L I can start expecting pellets to come flying through these windows And if they don't, I know I ain't work hard enough Let Malcolm X some other train tracks what I'm charted for My n***a gonna ball out for us, that ain't what I'm worried about You worry about word of mouth, you worry about your 30s now Some n****s just got locked up, they worry about working out I see there's some flurries out, and yes this guy working now My n****s in Baltimore, and they can't wait to get out Quiet life when we out, y'all still think we soldiers And just seen the [?] so excuse the commotions My girl just hopped on top, Driver please ignore the motion Straight to the public prom, from outdoor public home I used to hit Banana Republic with public moans And ride that Oakland ave Bumping thuggish, ruggish bone Like it was '92 but that's 2000 [Verse 2: JID] Yea, red lipstick Rose petals, heartbreak I was a Marilyn Manson dancing in the sun rays She bumping some gunplay We never talk shit, bump a gum, she be back one day And she know, we lay back inside of the coupe Too see to let the clouds and the stars play your movie We was broke then, now everyone's a star and every day's the move So tell me how you are I'm fine, I'm still breathing in the sun up My girl pussy so good I had to buy some nun-chucks In a gun because these n****s behind your back be trying front They hit you from the side you own duck anyways I run them up You fine so so what's up? Let me do some things to ya, we could schmang smash bang I'm Corey, your Topanga, little shawty looking dangerous but that's really fat And it's not just the angles, Instagram scales oh I need you right now, baby I cannot wait I'm starving like a Marvin I have not ate Seen you round five, said you get up round eight It's like 7:45 when the clock strikes nine trying to have you on my plate And I'm not 6'5, 4, 3, 2 fresh for time so you can take your You can take your time I'm just tired of riming really trying to climb in [Verse 3: Doctur Dot:] There's puddles everywhere, I guess it must have rained last night See I'm a pain in the behind because I'm the brain-dead type But my brother Venus yeah, he like one of those Rainman types Calculate the moolah quick and do a lame high-five See my medulla full of gouda, It's the cheese inside She was a vegan till I slide salami inside Mee ohh my he said, but he sing so high The only N**** that can cry and pop beans all night And as the king spit his blood into the sink He blinked twice, start to cough, had a thought What if all the subjects got tired of the fuck shit? Got tired of the royalty only fucking their cousins Dilapidated towers, the empire is crumbling The fall of old regimes, feed the hunger to the young one Ooh, I think he's on to something Instead of blowing money how bout we try owning something Cause I ain't balling, don't need to be My hunger is feeding me She doubled them keepers because she struggled with keeping me And somewhere long the line I guess I lost all my decency And the genius ribcage, that's the place where the demons sleep Lala la, finally [Verse 4: Hollywood JB] Head laid on plush pillows, as the smoke billows Out my mouth and nose, anticipation grows (it grows and grows) Like willows She eager to know what I think I ask for a drink, she pours, I sip, she pours I want more (I want more) She want me to open up But she sees I'm holding tough I wanna let her in but she ain't old enough Wisdom and age don't relate by the days And Jesus argued with the priest, at 12 some would say (some would say) But what I hold in my cranium could run the strongest man away That's why I'm always on the chase For understanding, Look at my life and try to understand it Took my circumstances and I manage Ripped up all my plans and freelanced it ?when you looking for some new shoes to stand in And fuck sitting in a box when you can be outstanding Fuck a Plymouth Rock Every place I stop, is my new landing