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
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 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
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 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