Watsky (george Watsky) - Who's Been Loving You? lyrics

I know my momma loves me I know my father loves me I know the camera loves me I can tell my brother loves me I know that Boston loves me And San Francisco loves me I love the city back, I just can't help it, It's so lovely I'm in my lucky underwear, I'm feeling debonair If it's a lonely trip to heaven, I'm already there I'm in the bedroom and I'm like stepping like I'm Fred Astaire I make it happen, battle rapping at my teddy bear When I was twelve I'd leave my door open a crack Afraid of getting busted sneaking p**no on my Mac I guess I was a freak until I got caught last week (Who's been loving you?) I was reading Booker T, I threw the book at me I go for the lookers but they never look at me I would get a hooker if I could unhook her bra I'd be looking soft as soon as she took her top... off Let's go rolling in a broken Winnebago Stop and smoke a bowl out of a hollowed-out potato It's hash now, but it's hash browns soon (Who's been loving you?) I know that Jesus loves me I know that Buddha loves me The f**ing Easter Bunny And the ghost of Gandhi love me I know that Santa loves me I think my Aunties love me I know my Grandma loved me She thought I was handsome trust me This insanity, that's heredity It's my family, we can let it be wish I pretended that my mom and dad are dead to me But i love my dad, that motherf**er read to me My first words were "Where's the love?" Mad smug, a**ed up on a bearskin rug Oh fashodo, my mom'll show you the photo (Who's been loving you?) I do embarra**ing better I could wear a pink sweater With a pair of slick pleather pants Derelict e-ve-ry day and it's well known that I hop off stage with my cell phone Fake a dropped call when everybody's near me And shout "I love you Mom!" so everybody hears me I needed to and true it's nothing new but (Who's been loving you?) Even though I owe them money I think it's pretty likely That my whole family loves me My lovers tend to like me I know my homies love me My teachers loved to hate me The haters love to f** with me The fickle love me lately I'm a percussionist, I never knew guitar. It's cheesy, but I'm stunting like a superstar It's easy man I'm hopping out a moving car Call me Wheezy cause I'm coughing at the hookah bar And I don't do cigars, but I got hella game I'll make a lady out of styling gel and cellophane So you can yell my name, I make the bed frame move (Who's been loving you?) Me and my better friends are heading to the town strip If they don't let us in we'll never take a round trip Because I took an hour picking out my outfit And then I took another slicking down a cowlick And I like house sitting, but f** it now's different I'm going out and there ain't a bouncer for cow tipping So I'm a tear this joint up And I'm a party till the hoofs point up (Who's been loving you?) This is for Charles Barkley This is for Poison Ivy And it's for Draco Malfoy And it's for Bill O'Reilly This is for Ned Mencia It's for the corporate lawyers It's for the backseat drivers And for my friend Ann Coulter