Fuck Yo Couch

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I throw it all on the scale we could weigh it out My bitch lay around the house and Rick James the couch (foul) Me and Cam at the Knicks game they playin' oh boy polaroid Moment bipolar shorty bicoastal with the love High culture rest in peace Pop Smoke (rest in peace) Smoke, I off the mode Fuck a opp, I'm always comin' up on top though I'm at the dog show, yo my money's on the great dane Never changed up for the fame, need the front page pump fake You dumb late on the wave, framеs with the medusa face Mе and shorty eat papusas like we still in Spain Love is pain and pain is the greatest lesson Stay finessin', I ain't goin back and forth like tennis I'm a child of divorce why mention I couldn't really say what sparked the fire in him But ever since that night he been wilin' with it Peace to the five percent Men and women, someone to spread different Leave a rad cat with his head missin' (damn) Y off the hook like I went fishin' I dream it then I live it the next day On the expressway, get' a check for my next tape Look, speedin' out I'm in a reefer cloud Windows is down, I been down but never out Why you so foul (oh shit, oh shit, yo Ewon) Does it get easier? No...yes, it gets easier Oh yeah? Look at you Thanks