Dirty Couch
Yea
Lookin for my closure
In a cloud of doja smoke
Im doubled over
In the shower
Till my waters cold
Dirty couch mold
Rotten sole
In my alpha bounce
Stuck up in the house
But im not at home
I don't know really where it started
I shoulda stayed in my apartment
But I'm tryna be an artist
"I hope you get real far spitting them bars while you working at target"
Fuck you
I shrug it of like a boss and go the hardest
I cannot take a loss i need it all for the harvest
If im really being honest
I been feeling like a prophet
So i gotta get this guala
Take my homies to the tropics
Switch the topic
No im not asian i stay with a chop stick
That bitch had a body i call her a goddess
Yea thats my lil mama
She give me massages
Im swerving her drama
She Pissing me off
She leave me with trauma
She killing the top
I swear you cant top it
Its toxic
Yea
November is over
The temperature lower
I eat the ambrosia
Its hard to stay kosher while
Lookin for my closure
In a cloud of doja smoke
Im doubled over
In the shower
Till my waters cold
High for hours
Dirty couch mold
Rotten sole
In my alpha bounce
Stuck up in the house
But im not at home
Since the age of 8
Bay blades and Skates
I aint make good grades
But i knew id be great
Since then thing changed
Sometimes i feel away
Cause i work real hard
And i still fall short
Dont get chard
Tryna salt that boar
When i said bawl
I aint talking bout sports
Im talking my eyes when I'm crying
I deny when I'm lying
A line wont you try it of course
Fuck all that noise
If you ain't the boys
Then i might come off short
Im inna Porsche
With my nine on the floor
My flesh is alive
But inside im a corpse
A pack that I copped from the cat at the store
I hide in the drawer
Under Dior Shorts
November is over
The temperature lower
I eat the ambrosia
Its hard to stay kosher while
Lookin for my closure
In a cloud of doja smoke
Im doubled over
In the shower
Till my waters cold
High for hours
Dirty couch mold
Rotten sole
In my alpha bounce
Stuck up in the house
But im not at home
This is the end ay
Shout out my friends
Lookin for my closure
In a cloud of doja smoke
Im doubled over
In the shower
Till my waters cold
Dirty couch mold
Rotten sole
In my alpha bounce
Stuck up in the house
But im not at home
I don't know really where it started
I shoulda stayed in my apartment
But I'm tryna be an artist
"I hope you get real far spitting them bars while you working at target"
Fuck you
I shrug it of like a boss and go the hardest
I cannot take a loss i need it all for the harvest
If im really being honest
I been feeling like a prophet
So i gotta get this guala
Take my homies to the tropics
Switch the topic
No im not asian i stay with a chop stick
That bitch had a body i call her a goddess
Yea thats my lil mama
She give me massages
Im swerving her drama
She Pissing me off
She leave me with trauma
She killing the top
I swear you cant top it
Its toxic
Yea
November is over
The temperature lower
I eat the ambrosia
Its hard to stay kosher while
Lookin for my closure
In a cloud of doja smoke
Im doubled over
In the shower
Till my waters cold
High for hours
Dirty couch mold
Rotten sole
In my alpha bounce
Stuck up in the house
But im not at home
Since the age of 8
Bay blades and Skates
I aint make good grades
But i knew id be great
Since then thing changed
Sometimes i feel away
Cause i work real hard
And i still fall short
Dont get chard
Tryna salt that boar
When i said bawl
I aint talking bout sports
Im talking my eyes when I'm crying
I deny when I'm lying
A line wont you try it of course
Fuck all that noise
If you ain't the boys
Then i might come off short
Im inna Porsche
With my nine on the floor
My flesh is alive
But inside im a corpse
A pack that I copped from the cat at the store
I hide in the drawer
Under Dior Shorts
November is over
The temperature lower
I eat the ambrosia
Its hard to stay kosher while
Lookin for my closure
In a cloud of doja smoke
Im doubled over
In the shower
Till my waters cold
High for hours
Dirty couch mold
Rotten sole
In my alpha bounce
Stuck up in the house
But im not at home
This is the end ay
Shout out my friends
Credits
Writer(s): Jadan Locklear
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