Pi’erre Bourne – Couch

Couch Lyrics

Intro
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

Chorus
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou’
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time

Verse 1
You a fan, so you fantasize
Juwanna Mann, y’all nigga be lying
Hood legend, my city be wilding
I’m in the trenches, I’m on the benches
With the family, it’s extended
New York Yankees, how I fitted
Like Nav, it’s been a minute
They get mad, but I didn’t
You know I’m up, no snooze
Ice on me like hockey dudes
Watch twelve, yeah, we watch news
Make hits and combos, I got moves
Can’t swim, but she gon’ pool
Chain too cold, I keep my cool
Money talk, it be so rude
Fresh to death like Beetlejuice
Stack it up, I want my check
Will Smith, yeah, you know I’m fresh
It’s a stake for the cheese like Philly
Moncler on when I feel chilly
Oh, man, damn, my pockets swollen, yeah
Oh, man, my pocket full of blue old mans, yeah
She wanna order take-out, but I still go in
Fucking on baby girl, she leave her old man
I do not live by the water, but girl is an ocean
We do not play no football, what is the motion?
Nigga mad we rich as fuck, you mad at your own skill
Hey, Matilda how I move the dough, yeah, with no hands
Yeah, I jumped off the porch, I didn’t wanna hold hands
Yeah, growing up in the hood as a kid, you become a grown man

Chorus
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou’
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou’
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time

Verse 2
Yeah, hmm, I’m on the block, yeah, with the Runtz
We got opps, so I stunt
See us ball like I dunk
I go hard, we go up
Niggas mad ‘cause they suck
I’m in the crib, my bitch roll up
Murakami pillow when we lay up
Boy, you fake, you David Blaine
Remember I used to take the trains
Scared to get off at my stop, boy, you scared to meet the gang
I’m in the hood, I don’t tuck my chain
Ask Siri, yeah, what’s my name? Ayy
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
It was hard, man, I got all these scars I can show
If you saw me, you would understand why we hope
They had no faith, I remember when we was broke
These hoes rotate, I learned I can’t save none of these hoes
They had the trap beating, wondering why its J’s at the door
I was uncomfortable, it’s so many roaches on the floor
My grandma across the street, she don’t want us staying over no more
I had to get on my feet, I didn’t wanna stay in the hood no more

Chorus
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou’
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou’
Now look at me now, we don’t even be speaking no more
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I’ll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time

Outro
When I say, “Yo, Pi’erre”, y’all say, “Come out here”
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (It don’t matter, them will shoot you down)
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (Oh, gosh)
Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (If your hands up or down)
What? What? What? Yo, Pi’erre, come out here (It don’t matter, they don’t give a damn)
When I say, “Pi’erre”, y’all say, “Bourne”
Pi’erre, Bourne, Pi’erre, Bourne, Pi’erre, Bourne
When I say “Soss”, y’all say “House”
Soss, House, Soss, House, Soss, House
Alright I gotta go, I love y’all, I love y’all so much, thank you
If y’all wanna cop some merch, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hold up, if y’all wanna get some merch
Fuck with me, if you want to, know what I’m saying?
I love y’all, I’ll be back soon

Pi’erre Bourne

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