Cold Couch - Spillage Village, J.I.D, EarthGang

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