Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Couch, artist - Pi'erre Bourne.
Date of issue: 10.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Couch |
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou' |
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more |
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine |
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time |
You a fan, so you fantasize |
Juwanna Mann, y’all nigga be lying |
Hood legend, my city be wilding |
I’m in the trenches, I’m on the benches |
With the family, it’s extended |
New York Yankees, how I fitted |
Like Nav, it’s been a minute |
They get mad, but I didn’t |
You know I’m up, no snooze |
Ice on me like hockey dudes |
Watch twelve, yeah, we watch news |
Make hits and combos, I got moves |
Can’t swim, but she gon' pool |
Chain too cold, I keep my cool |
Money talk, it be so rude |
Fresh to death like Beetlejuice |
Stack it up, I want my check |
Will Smith, yeah, you know I’m fresh |
It’s a stake for the cheese like Philly |
Moncler on when I feel chilly |
Oh, man, damn, my pockets swollen, yeah |
Oh, man, my pocket full of blue old mans, yeah |
She wanna order take-out, but I still go in |
Fucking on baby girl, she leave her old man |
I do not live by the water, but girl is an ocean |
We do not play no football, what is the motion? |
Nigga mad we rich as fuck, you mad at your own skill |
Hey, Matilda how I move the dough, yeah, with no hands |
Yeah, I jumped off the porch, I didn’t wanna hold hands |
Yeah, growing up in the hood as a kid, you become a grown man |
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou' |
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more |
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine |
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time |
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou' |
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more |
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine |
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time |
Yeah, hmm, I’m on the block, yeah, with the Runtz |
We got opps, so I stunt |
See us ball like I dunk |
I go hard, we go up |
Niggas mad 'cause they suck |
I’m in the crib, my bitch roll up |
Murakami pillow when we lay up |
Boy, you fake, you David Blaine |
Remember I used to take the trains |
Scared to get off at my stop, boy, you scared to meet the gang |
I’m in the hood, I don’t tuck my chain |
Ask Siri, yeah, what’s my name? |
Ayy |
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?) |
It was hard, man, I got all these scars I can show |
If you saw me, you would understand why we hope |
They had no faith, I remember when we was broke |
These hoes rotate, I learned I can’t save none of these hoes |
They had the trap beating, wondering why its J’s at the door |
I was uncomfortable, it’s so many roaches on the floor |
My grandma across the street, she don’t want us staying over no more |
I had to get on my feet, I didn’t wanna stay in the hood no more |
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou' |
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more |
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine |
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time |
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou' |
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more |
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine |
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time |
When I say, «Yo, Pi’erre», y’all say, «Come out here» |
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here |
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here |
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (It don’t matter, them will shoot you down) |
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (Oh, gosh) |
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (If your hands up or down) |
What? |
What? |
What? |
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (It don’t matter, they don’t give |
a damn) |
When I say, «Pi'erre», y’all say, «Bourne» |
Pi’erre, Bourne, Pi’erre, Bourne, Pi’erre, Bourne |
When I say «Soss», y’all say «House» |
Soss, House, Soss, House, Soss, House |
Alright I gotta go, I love y’all, I love y’all so much, thank you |
If y’all wanna cop some merch, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hold up, |
if y’all wanna get some merch |
Fuck with me, if you want to, know what I’m saying? |
I love y’all, I’ll be back soon |