

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Bob Henderson sleeping on my couch again One shoe on TV still on CNN Trash bag suitcase leaned up by the door He swears it’s “temporary” like he did last fall He said “I’m headed south gonna chase that sun Golf course mornings little umbrella in my rum” But he missed one flight then he missed one more Now there’s crumbs in the cushions and his mail on my floor [Chorus] Bob Henderson sleeping on my couch again Shouldn’t he be in Florida by now, my friend? Talking ‘bout beaches, preaching ‘bout change But he never quite makes it past my hallway Bob Henderson, dreamin’ with the blinds half-drawn He swears he’ll be gone “in the break of dawn” But the coffee’s cold and it’s noon again Bob Henderson’s sleeping on my couch again (oh-oh) [Verse 2] He’s got a busted phone with a cracked-screen map Zoomed way in like he’s ever leaving that He points at palm trees says “that’s my street” Then falls back snoring with socks on my clean sheets There’s a key on the counter he never returns A list on the fridge of the lessons he’ll learn “Eat better, save money, call my mom more” Right under “buy sunscreen” and “move to the shore” [Chorus] Bob Henderson sleeping on my couch again Shouldn’t he be in Florida by now, my friend? Talking ‘bout beaches, preaching ‘bout change But he never quite makes it past my hallway Bob Henderson, dreamin’ with the blinds half-drawn He swears he’ll be gone “in the break of dawn” But the coffee’s cold and it’s noon again Bob Henderson’s sleeping on my couch again (hey!) [Bridge] Maybe he’s stuck between here and there Maybe that map was never really fair ‘Cause some folks find heaven in a rented twin bed With yesterday’s plans still stuck in their head [Chorus] Bob Henderson sleeping on my couch again Shouldn’t he be in Florida by now, my friend? Talking ‘bout beaches, preaching ‘bout change But he never quite makes it past my hallway Bob Henderson, maybe this is where you land If you need a place, you know I’ll understand Till the sunrise hits and you run again Bob Henderson’s sleeping on my couch again
Tags
rap, Lo-fi pop-rap bounce with a lazy swung drum groove, warm Rhodes chords, and a rubbery bassline. Male vocals, half-mumbled melodic rap on the verses; hook opens into a catchy singalong with stacked harmonies and light vocal chops. Occasional pitched ad-libs and quirky ear-candy FX keep it playful; mix leans cozy and intimate, like a late-night story time in a small room., pop
2:38
No
3/28/2026