My Couch Jake Miller

"My Couch"

She don't wanna go out
She'd rather chill in my house
All her friends are partying while we dinin' in watching
Netflix on my couch
She don't wanna go out
She just wanna come over, yea
Your friends are in the VIP but you don't need a ID to come
And kick it on my couch

Yea, her friends are downtown while we at the pad
Chillin home, watchin episodes of Breaking Bad
Man forget these other girls, we ain't got nothing in common
I'd rather be with you up in the kitchen makin ramen
You perfect the way are, not the type to hit the bar
Her idea of going hard, is looking through the DVR
With the sweat pants, hair tied, chillin with no makeup on
Phone's blowin' up, friends are begging you to tag along
I think they're jealous if you ask me
They'll probably go out and get drunk just like last week
Screw your friends, you can catch a broken asley
That you don't need the glitz and glamor when you have me
Cause you ain't got nothing on but my tank and your undies
So get on the floor and just tackle me, rugby
You ain't like them other girls, no you ain't the same
So baby come over, my couch is calling your name