Scarface - Concrete Couch lyrics

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Scarface - Concrete Couch lyrics

[Verse 1] Just waking up, I gotta thank God Fired up a square, that’s how my day starts Early mornin’ buzzin’ got me lookin’ at life Outside, I see movin’ pictures, look at the lights It’s just another Saturday it seems like Got dressed and hit the corner with my team, right Smoke it, roll it up and pa** it around Now I’m stoned and my a** is barely draggin’ the ground No sooner than I think they woulda thought of A cop walks over, never saw him “Excuse me, mister officer man, I wasn’t tryna disrespect” And started coughin’ again Eyes red as a bandana And one time heavy on his antenna At his request they sent a squad car And then they put my black a** behind bars [Chorus: Jack Freeman] Just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole Can’t believe they treat me so bad Can’t believe they actin’ so cold I just wanna leave this room I’m still sitting on this concrete couch Just waiting for the judge to say, that I’m gon’ be free today, yeah [Verse 2] Fingerprinted, gettin’ booked in They fed a n***a Johnny, so I took ten ‘Cause I’m knowing that I’ll be sittin’ here the whole night Empty drunk tank, it’s finna be a cold flight I finally come up on some housin’ Old celly, so I’m battin’ me a thousand And plus I got a bottom bunk pa** Boss came in with his punk a** Talkin’ to a n***a like it’s date time Askin’ where I’m from, I’m from H-town n***as askin’ me what I’m in for Nosy motherf**ers want some info I tell him, “Dog, I ain’t done sh** You know these redneck crackers think they run sh**” It’s lights out, I tie my mat down Chuck it on the rack and stretch my a** out [Chorus: Jack Freeman] Gonna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole Can’t believe they treat me so bad Can’t believe they actin’ so cold I just wanna leave this room I’m still sitting on this concrete couch Just waiting for the judge to say, that I’m gon’ be free today, yeah [Verse 3] It’s court call in the halls Strip a n***a down to his balls Bare-bu*t naked in my tennis shoes The nighttime sergeant want an interview They push us out like livestock “Ain’t no talkin’ while I’m talkin’, this is my block” I finally get to see me a judge I’m a Black man, so she got a grudge Old b**h full of race hate And a n***a quick to represent the gray state I ain’t got a lawyer, I don’t need one Give me thirty days, you get three-one I ain’t tryna piss in a jug, b**h Just because I’m Black, I get f**ed with I bet if I had been a white dude I’d have never been arrested, look at Michael And even if I swam like a fish, though They still would’ve threw me in the Crisco And fried a n***a’s a** in some hot grease I’m just tryna get my a** out the hot seat [Chorus: Jack Freeman] Just wanna pack up my bags, and get out of this hole Can’t believe they treat me so bad Can’t believe they actin’ so cold I just wanna leave this room I’m still sitting on this concrete couch Just waiting for the judge to say, that I’m gon’ be free today, yeah

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