COUCH - Intellectual

[Intro: Ray Sequoya]

Mm, yeah-yeah

Aye, can I crash on your couch? My place infested with kids

I think they're losing their minds, they ate the food in my fridge

And they spilt that red wine on my blanket

And told me the dry cleaner was too expensive

Running off of PPP, high kid with ADD

Spent 20K on drugs, and the rest on a new TV

I guess I’m just like them, I guess they just like me

I'd probably stay around and chill, but I just need some fucking sleep

I don't know what I’m feelin'

Goin' off the deep end

Tryna find a reason to stop myself

I need to stop myself, I need to let it go

It's onе way up, promise I'll stay up

Red eyеs, said I told you I'd make it, ayy

It's one way up, promise I'll stay up

Red eyes, said I told you I’d make it, ayy

I ask ’em what the fuck they think, they told me it's not that much of me

I had to figure my shit out, and I built my ship before it sank

But I still washed up on the bank, not one, nothin’, not here to thank

I got my shit figured out, and I still can't find myself a link

I might've crashed on your couch, I might've puked in the sink

I built myself from word of mouth, now, tell me, what the fuck you think?

I been knocked down and pushed around, and I’m fucking fed up with doubting

I got my bread up, and my bed tucked, you best stand up around him

I don't know what I'm feelin'

Goin' off the deep end

Tryna find a reason to stop myself

I need to stop myself, I need to let it go

It's one way up, promise I'll stay up

Red eyes, said I told you I'd make it, ayy

It's one way up, promise I'll stay up

Red eyes, said I told you I'd make it, ayy