Stro - Cordoroy Couch lyrics

[Intro] I'mma do it like this, I'mma do it like that I'mma do it like this, I'mma do it like that I'mma do it like this, I'mma do it like that I'mma do it like this, I'mma do it like that 9th Wonder on the track, fact [Verse 1] Chilling up in the house on my Cordoroy Couch Mama, papa went out, free crib, what it's about In the heart of Bedstuy, just imagine the feeling Art all over my wall, keep hearing closer to the ceiling TV stuff on the TV, The Wayans Brothers on repeat Or Jamie Foxx on Centric, always catch my attention Stepping outside of my room, on my way to the kitchen Ain't eat nothing since morning, now my stomach is twitching Ate it back in my room, finding something to rock Sneaking out to the hangout, mom don't condone the block Stepping outside the door, gotta stop by the store The Koreans is mad, African buyers galore Hold up, there go the bus, can't wait another second It's too hot to be patient, pay for my snack and I'm jetting On my way to the bush bumping my music loud A dude interrupts my jam, tells me about his style Then he hands me a card, I'm mean mugging him hard He made me stop my song right on my favorite part Finally off the bus, walking slow up the ave Delli's and golden crust, Jamaicans dollar (?) Stop and get me some peaches, then I head to LeBron's Homie open the door, say what's up to his moms Put my bag on the floor, then we compose a beat After like 30 minutes go see what's up in the street There go (?) started up a game of tabs T-A-P to my zip, y'all know that ranger wack Like an hour get pa**ed, then we starting to get hungry Back in LeBron crib, he usually got the munchies Everything going good until my mama call Say she on the way home and ask what I want from the store I say nothing, she hang up, then I'm grabbing my stuff Ain't even said goodbye, heading straight for the bus I snuck up outta the house, and my mama Jamaican The bus still ain't arrived, ain't no time to be waiting So I run to the crib, put my key in the door Then I look to the sky and pray she ain't get here before Started turning the knob, seems like the coast was clear Looking in the living room, there was nobody there Then I go to my room and now I'm tripping out My mama sitting with a belt on my cordoroy couch