Who's Been Loving You?

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 porno 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 fucking 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 motherfucker read to me

My first words were "where's the love?"

Mad smug, assed up on a bearskin rug

Oh fashodo, my mom'll show you the photo

(Who's been loving you?)

I do embarrassing 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 fuck 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 fuck 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