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Del The Funky Homosapien - Sleepin On My Couch

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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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