Del The Funky Homosapien

It seems nowadays friends step to me bogus
and end up on my couch at night without notice
its cool to have a friend over every now and then
but I gotta have my space
and I dont wanna see their face
like every single day of the week
talk is cheap
you betta find yourself another place to sleep
it aint 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
dont even start
with the sob stories
I got enough from the other seven brothas
in the den playin Genesis
damn I cant win at this
seems like Im gonna have to flip
and tell those other brothas
that theyre gonna have to skip
Ive had it up to here with these lazy cats
sleepin on my couch and Im tired of that
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People come to my house
and kinda wonder where the squadrons at
theyre not gone
theyre just down at the laundrymat
because they wear the same pairs of clothing
Im taking up crazy patience just holding
my temper
Im 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
its like moms is crazy mad at me
cause theyre in my mothers room watching television
I feel like giving em the boot
and say the hell with em
but if I give em the boot
Im not a friend though
even though my room
smells like dime bags of indo but
I cant pretend like I havent 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 Im tired of that
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Maybe this was just my upbringing perhaps
but I was taught that I shouldnt
take seven day naps
at other brothas cribs like I dont have a home
brothas on my couch so much theres like foam
coming out the seams
and a pair of jeans is missing from my closet
I wonder why I even bother being friendly
theyre running my ass like the Indy 5000
they went and wrinkled my mothers 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 Im 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 Im tired of that
[Chorus]
[ Sleepin On My Couch Lyrics ]