Couch Lyrics & Chords By Pothead

pnina wore a blanket reading books on the couch pnina's legs were folded fingers clasped to her mouth she thought she'd go to sleep and dream in photographs her brother josh...read more

Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted But somethin' was always missin' like six digits Lucky seven probably poppa Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him ...read more

your side of the couch I'm afraid to be on it I'm afraid of the memories it brings it's killing my buzz just wondering where the hell it went all the nights we spend...read more