Cold Couch

[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