Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepin' on My Couch, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song I Wish My Brother George Was Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.10.1991
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Sleepin' on My Couch |
Get your lazy butt up off my couch |
Get your lazy butt up off |
Get your lazy butt up off |
Get your lazy butt up off my couch |
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 |
They keep sleepin' on my couch and I’m tired of that |
Get your lazy butt up off my couch |
Get your lazy butt up off |
Get your lazy butt up off |
Get your lazy butt up off my couch |
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 |
They keep sleepin' on my couch and I’m tired of that |
Get your lazy butt up off my couch |
Get your lazy butt up off |
Get your lazy butt up off |
Get your lazy butt up off my couch |
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 |
Get your lazy butt up off my couch |
Get your lazy butt up off |
Get your lazy butt up off |
Get your lazy butt up off my couch |