Lyrics:
Duckin hard i have a bad slouch
What kinda of drugs are in that pouch
Jump over the moon like I'm a cow
Alligators in bloom better watch out
Stockholm
the ZK in the pouch aye I'm ten toes nah I can't slouch
You trash you Oscar the grouch off the pavement you finna bounce
Bounce bounce
aye I'm tryna hear
Home from school and here to stay
I'll take it easy again today
Ain't gonna work, don't need no pay
Couch Slouch
Fuck Off
My mom don't like
you're impressed
You slouch now, even further down
As you're wondering how a top floor could replace heaven
We've built it all, we've made our gods
Slouch our way into an early grave
Is it disappointment or mild annoyance?
A sense of contentment or fucking resentment?
Move your feet to this dead end
fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
Tick tockin it
You don't always gotta make every moment count
And good look tryna get me off this sofa now
Cuz I'm a D R I motha fuckin couch slouch
Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train
Put a slouch hat down low on my ears
I'm yearning to leave this old town
On the flight and loose all
'round the globe, make a couple mil' a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress
a slouch, uh, uh, uh, uh
I don't like sitting down doing nothing
I'd rather spend my time doing something
Ain't no need to plan it
Jump right in and jam
I'm longing to ride on a freight train
And pull a slouch hat down low on my ears
I'm yearning to leave this old
Town on the fly
And lose all my
Well it's the M-I crooked letter coming around the South
Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
Please, ain't nothing but
the verse (mhm)
It's going down, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got rb, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long
yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Without no doubt, I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back out
So I jumps in, they try
a slouch, uh, uh, uh, uh
I don't like sitting down doing nothing
I'd rather spend my time doing something
Ain't no need to plan it
Jump right in and jam
why'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin'
Background Vocals: Meet this cat
He's where it's at
That's right, outta sight
Benny Bailey
He's no slouch
For this I'll
fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
of Uncle Sam
Stand up look right don't slouch and stand at ease
Allow no sex above the knees
When I snap you jump into the master plan
I'll be damned
love Scott, you love the Kid Cudi
I ain't no fucking slouch, show you what I'm 'bout
My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings
slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for sarnies
I don't slouch
An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about
I'm from the South, ya heard?
Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish
cured on the couch
Now you`re sick with your grouch.
I`ll not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wear slung very low."
So once more John
Well it's the M-I crooked letter coming around the South
Rolling straight Hammers and Vogues in that old Southern slouch
Please, ain't nothing but
the verse (mhm)
It's going down, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got rb, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long
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