On the Couch

We going out
I ain't tryna stay up in the house
Club going up, word of mouth
Tryna see what that is all about (Awwww)
Without a doubt
A lot of baddies in this bih, I'm tryna scout
Spend a band up on my fit, big amounts
And they need to see this shit, I'm on the couch

Two cell phones
Don't worry about it baby, I be grown
Yeah she gave me head, it's overblown
Yeah she gave me head, on my throne (King shit, bitch)
I'm on my own
But I will never say that I have ever felt alone
No no
Same one's I started with I bring along
Oh no
Don't you try and come back now that I be on
You lost your chance, huh
Pay you no extra mind, get no advance, huh
We more acquaintances than we are friends
But fuck it bring your friends
Uber coming in like ten and we (Uh)

We going out (We going out)
I ain't tryna stay up in the house (In the house)
Club going up, word of mouth (Word of mouth)
Tryna see what that is all about (Awwww)
Without a doubt
A lot of baddies in this bih, I'm tryna scout (Peep)
Spend a band up on my fit, big amounts
And they need to see this shit, I'm on the couch

Scandi on the beat and he be killing it (Oh yeah)
I be off the yak, and I be feeling it (Oh yeah)
She love my style and how I be so real with it
Here's the deal, she's a meal, so the deal is imma seal this shit (Aww)
Mickey D's, no Ruth's Chris, baby I'm so ruthless, true shit
Just got me a new whip
I like my girls like my cars, so I had to coupe it
Two doors, two chicks, one bed, oh shit

I know this your song
Off the drank we gone
Let me take it home
Let me take you home
Let me take you home
Bed time, red wine, sipping
Sex on mind, that time, hitting
Post-club, all love, kissing
Patience, playlist, switching
Shirt's first, in sync like it's scripted
No rehearse, pants next, off with it
Light's off, you turn 'em on because you different
Door closed, 'till next time, don't miss it



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Writer(s): Ryan Salem
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