Sleepin' On My Couch Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

It seems nowadays friends step to me bogus 

and end up on my couch at night without notice 

it's cool to have a friend over every now and then 

but I gotta have my space 

and I don't wanna see their face 

like every single day of the week 

talk is cheap 

you betta find yourself another place to sleep 

it ain't my fault that ya moms got fed up 

and now you wanna come to my crib and wet my bed up 

you better find a job so you can get an apartment 

and you can save your crocodile tears 

don't even start 

with the sob stories 

I got enough from the other seven brothas 

in the den playin' Genesis 

damn I can't win at this 

seems like I'm gonna have to flip 

and tell those other brothas 

that they're gonna have to skip 

I've had it up to here with these lazy cats 

sleepin' on my couch and I'm tired of that 

(Chorus) 

People come to my house 

and kinda wonder where the squadron's at 

they're not gone 

they're just down at the laundrymat 

because they wear the same pairs of clothing 

I'm taking up crazy patience just holding 

my temper 

I'm about to start charging rent for 

every single brother 

that kicked it with my mother eating biscuits 

on Saturday morning like a family 

the minute they step 

it's like moms is crazy mad at me 

'cause they're in my mother's room watching television 

I feel like giving 'em the boot 

and say the hell with 'em 

but if I give 'em the boot 

I'm not a friend though 

even though my room 

smells like dime bags of indo but 

I can't pretend like I haven't been peepin' it 

even mom knows that my brothas been sleepin' 

on my couch for weeks 

so your speeches fall flat 

sleepin' on my couch and I'm tired of that 

(Chorus) 

Maybe this was just my upbringing perhaps 

but I was taught that I shouldn't 

take seven day naps 

at other brothas' cribs like I don't have a home 

brothas on my couch so much there's like foam 

coming out the seams 

and a pair of jeans is missing from my closet 

I wonder why I even bother being friendly 

they're running my ass like the Indy 5000 

they went and wrinkled my mother's blouse 

when they snuck downstairs 

for a midnight snack 

and ate the last slice of bread 

and a box of apple jacks 

then they hit the sack 

with the stereo blastin' 

and even little Tyson is fed up 

so I'm askin' 

you all to jet 

before I get upset 

and throw each and every one 

of you bums out on your back 

my house is a mess 

so step ya little pest 

who was sleepin' on my couch 'cause I'm tired of that 

(Chorus) 

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