Cous Cous Songtext
von MattyInk

I-N-K
I′m your vanilla play date
On chrome without the rim
But I can sing the hook like Ray J
They play and they say
But I kick it like Pelé
And I get cash today
But you gone put the shit on layaway
I smoke weed, get blazed
And blast off on productions
And hall of fame
It's my way and I don′t need no induction
I take class, high grade
Get fucked up at the functions
I make beats and throw heat
Your ears are the conduction


Couscous when my mind's okay
If the time don't change
I′ll make it out someday
Who′s who if the lines
Don't pay and the sheets don′t change
When you're walking up the runway
Got me thinking who should I be today
Cause my vibe′s all grey
It's another fucking Monday
Honey bees and the birds don′t speak
When the lion's making peace
On a burnt out Sunday


Let's make this official
You′re the one who′s watching
And hating from your position
Don't be mad that my life′s
The one that's up on your wish list
Remember I said no to you
Now you d-ride all my decisions
I′ve been kicked out, spit on
And thrown up in every jail cell
But the birds can't hold me down
My stock′s rising up if you can't tell
I could drop a song every single month
But it won't sell so here′s a little tune
That I brought today for my show and tell
Now that the day is done
Got you singing my song
Like a motherfucking sing along
We don′t need no one
But the little drummer boy
And some powder for my new gun

Couscous when my mind's okay
If the time don′t change
I'll make it out someday
Who′s who if the lines
Don't pay and the sheets don′t change
When you're walking up the runway
Got me thinking who should I be today
Cause my vibe's all grey
It′s another fucking Monday
Honey bees and the birds don′t speak
When the lion's making peace
On a burnt out Sunday

(Bridge)

Couscous when my mind′s okay
If the time don't change
I′ll make it out someday
Who's who if the lines
Don′t pay and the sheets don't change
When you're walking up the runway
Got me thinking who should I be today
Cause my vibe′s all grey
It′s another fucking Monday
Honey bees and the birds don't speak
When the lion′s making peace
On a burnt out Sunday