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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
Details
GeneratedMar 28, 2026
Duration2:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt byCalmCloud241
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Bob Henderson sleeping on my couch again, shouldn’t he be in Florida?, pop, rap
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