Cold Couch Lyrics

Doctur Dot:

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 f*ck shit? Got tired of the royalty only f*cking 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

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