Imported Couches Songtext
von Larry June

Mm (mm)
They said I′m one hit away from makin'
Uh (uh)
I don′t really give a fuck about it (fuck about it)
I just do me (I just do me)
I just (I just)
I just do me (I just do me)
Uh
Ay

What you gon' do when them times get hard?
What you gon' do when them checks stop comin′?
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? (Left)
I'm doin′ Pilatte


You know I had a bitch, why you actin' so snotty?
Took the bitch hiking, Earth tone Maserati
You askin′ for a lot but you ain't got nothin' to offer
Bitch, do you clean, do you cook, do you swallow?
′Cause all I really see is a Instagram model
Fuck I look like takin′ your broke ass shoppin'

You don′t even make music, why you at this Grammy party? (Party)
Uh (uh), that's why you never see me out
I be lookin′ at the ocean on this imported couch
What's happenin′? Uh (uh)

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


This time around, man, I'm doin′ it for me
This time around, we comin' for everything
Shit hit different when you got it out the streets
You can be here, be gone by next week
(Ay, bitch, hand me that bottle water real quick)
I-I′ll call her Petaluma
A '02 Benz, rockin′ Nike Tech suits
Send that code word, let me know when you through

It's six in the morning, had the trick doin' two′s
24 hours, so we headin′ to the diner
It's no better feeling when she sock it to my pocket (sock it to my pocket)
But them the old days
I′m just chillin' on this imported couch, gettin′ blazed
What's happenin′? Uh (uh)
Ay-ay

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

So I got this funny story and shit, man
Had this homie, you know I'm talkin′ 'bout?
He fresh out the, you know what I′m talkin' ′bout? The slammer and shit
He sent me a verse, but when I meet him, like it's cool

I fuck with him when I get some time
I'ma fuck around, you understand?
Circled back in a couple months
Holler at him like, "How the album go?"
Said he quit rappin′ ′cause I ain't sent the verse

See, that′s the shit I be talkin' ′bout, my man
I done watched this whole shit switch, man
But I'ma sit on this mothafuckin′ imported couch, man
Sip this orange juice
And bitch, put the -, bitch, sit yo' ass down, shorty

Hey, babe