You cleaned up most but there's bits on the couch
I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch
I walk over to the couch and sit down
My name is timb aka thomas crown
Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead
Cause we done did that
Take her where the couch at
All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that
I was sitting on the couch trying to take a nap
Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea
White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra
Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch
Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge
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