Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Couch, artist - Spillage Village. Album song Bears Like This, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Spillage Village
Song language: English
Cold Couch |
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**** who 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 |
L ala la finally |