Larry June - Imported Couches Lyrics

Mh
They said I'm one hit away from makin' it, uh
I don't really give a f*ck about it
I just do me, I just
I just do me
Uh (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)

What you gon' do when them times get hard?
What you gon' do when them checks stop coming?
That's not really a option, G with the options
Got it all chocolate, Daytona watch
But what you gon' do when them times get rough?
What you gon' do when them hoes go left?
I'm doing pilates
You knew I had a bitch, why you acting so snotty?
Took the bitch hiking, earth tone Maserati
You asking for a lot but you ain't got nothing to offer
Bitch, do you clean, do you cook, do you swallow?
'Cause all I really see is an Instagram model
F*ck I look like taking your broke-ass shopping
You don't even make music, why you at this Grammy party? (Uh)
That's why you never see me out
I be looking at the ocean on this imported couch
What's happening? (Uh)

I done watched the whole game switch
And survived every wave of it
I know God got a nigga back
I don't need you to pray for me
I know it's hard, my nigga
But you gotta keep going, my nigga, you know
Can't stop now, my nigga
Gotta make it to the top, my nigga

This time around, man, I'm doing it for me
This time around we coming for everything
Shit hit different when you got it out the streets
You can be here, then gone by next week
(Ay, bitch, hand me that bottle of water right quick)
An out call in Petaluma
A '02 Benz, rocking Nike Tech suits
Send that code word, let me know when you through
It's six in the morning had the trick doing two's
Twenty-four hours so we heading to the diner
It's not better feeling than when she sock it to my pocket
But them the old days
I'm just chilling on this imported couch getting blazed
What's happenin'? Uh

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
I done watched the whole game switch
And survived every wave of it
I know God got a nigga back
I don't need you to pray for me
I know it's hard, my nigga
But you gotta keep going, my nigga, you know
Can't stop now, my nigga
Gotta make it to the top, my nigga, uh

So I got this funny story and shit, man
Had this homie, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
He fresh out the, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, the slammer and shit
He said he needed a verse, you nah I mean
I'm like it's cool, f*cking with it
When I get some time I'ma f*ck around, you understand?
Circled back couple months
Holla at him like, "How the album go?"
Said he quit rappin' 'cause I ain't send the verse
See that's the shit I be talkin' 'bout, bruh
I done watched this whole shit switch, man
But I'ma sit on this mothaf*ckin' imported couch, man
Sip this orange juice
And, bitch, put the, bitch
Show how the dance go

Hey, babe