Cold Couch

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