"mommas couch" lyrics
Do you even feel a fucking thing to me
Oh, baby, I gotta know
Do you even think of all the history
The chemistry inside this home
Do you even feel a fucking thing to me
Oh, baby, I gotta know
Do you even think of all the history
The chemistry inside this home
I miss your lips why aren't you kissing me
See you with him and I gotta know
Is he better 'cause I be miserably
Missing your face and missing your tone
All the nights we spent on top my mama's couch
Do you remember all the nights we spent at my mama's house
Popped too many Xans and now we're nodding out
I'll scream your name until I'm dead, until you hear me out
Do you even feel a fucking thing to me
Do you even think of all the history
The chemistry inside this home
All the nights we spent on top my mama's couch
Do you remember all the nights we spent at my mama's house
Popped too many Xans and now we're nodding out
I'll be screaming your name until I'm dead, until you hear me out
Oh, baby, I gotta know
Do you even think of all the history
The chemistry inside this home
Do you even feel a fucking thing to me
Oh, baby, I gotta know
Do you even think of all the history
The chemistry inside this home
I miss your lips why aren't you kissing me
See you with him and I gotta know
Is he better 'cause I be miserably
Missing your face and missing your tone
All the nights we spent on top my mama's couch
Do you remember all the nights we spent at my mama's house
Popped too many Xans and now we're nodding out
I'll scream your name until I'm dead, until you hear me out
Do you even feel a fucking thing to me
Do you even think of all the history
The chemistry inside this home
All the nights we spent on top my mama's couch
Do you remember all the nights we spent at my mama's house
Popped too many Xans and now we're nodding out
I'll be screaming your name until I'm dead, until you hear me out
Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Martin Salamon, William Leiter, Bryam M. Loja Ayavaca
