Track · Mar 30, 2026 · English

Coach From the Couch

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3:08

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Got a bag under each eye

Got a kid on each arm

Got a group chat blowin’ up

“Bro, you comin’ to the bar?” (nah)

Used to lace up, stretch lines on the baseline

Now I’m yellin’ through a screen at the game time

“Box out! Swing left!” from a food-stained couch

Jersey on my back, baby bottle in my mouth

Scrollin’ LinkedIn, tryna sound grown in my bio

Twenty-somethin’, feelin’ forty, actin’ like I’m idle

Highlight reel memories, knees say it’s over

Mind still runnin’ suicides, lungs outta motor

[Chorus]

I’m in my late 20s, still drawin’ the route

Used to run the plays, now I’m coach from the couch (yeah)

Not old, not young, kinda stuck in between

Buildin’ up a life from some half-faded dreams

I don’t got the answers, I’m just workin’ it out

Change a diaper, then I’m wrestlin’ doubt (uh)

If this is grown, I’m still learnin’ the count

But I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’ to figure it out

[Verse 2]

Group texts full of weddings, push gifts, divorces

I’m stuck between “take a risk” and “pay your mortgage”

Dad hat crooked, car seat, stale fries

Spotify shuffle on my high school life

Used to skip class just to hoop ‘til it’s dark out

Now I skip sleep when the bills start to bark loud

Scrollin’ through the photos like, “yo, who is that kid?”

Then I see my face in my daughter and it hits (woah)

Same fears, new shoes by the front door

Baby gate where the rim on the trunk door

I don’t feel grown, but he call me his hero

Little hands countin’ on me more than zeros

[Chorus]

I’m in my late 20s, still drawin’ the route

Used to run the plays, now I’m coach from the couch (hey)

Not old, not young, kinda stuck in between

Buildin’ up a life from some half-faded dreams

I don’t got the answers, I’m just workin’ it out

Change a diaper, then I’m wrestlin’ doubt

If this is grown, I’m still learnin’ the count

But I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’ to figure it out

[Bridge]

Some days I miss the noise in the locker room air

Some days I’d trade all that for this recliner chair

Got a jersey in the closet, got a name on the mail

Got a kid in the crib, that’s a different type of hail Mary prayer

[Chorus]

I’m in my late 20s, still drawin’ the route

Used to run the plays, now I’m coach from the couch (yeah, yeah)

Not old, not young, kinda stuck in between

Buildin’ up a life from some half-faded dreams

I don’t got the answers, I’m just workin’ it out

Tuck ‘em in, then I’m talkin’ to doubt

If this is grown, I’m still learnin’ the count

But I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’ to figure it out (I’m tryin’)

Style

rapwarm 2000s boom-bap rapswung drums and dusty piano loopmale vocals. verses laid-back but preciseconversational flow with pockets for ad-libs. hook opens with layered call-and-responsesubtle vinyl cracklesimple bassline and mellow keys. final chorus stacks harmonies and drops in a bright string stab to lift the ending.english

Prompt

In a confusing stage of life. Not old but not young. Used to play sports now I’m a coach from the couch. Now I’m a dad. A song about trying to figure life out in my late 20s. Rap, 2000s

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ChazzTheSpazz

GeneratedMar 30, 2026

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