Who's Been Loving You? Lyrics - Singles - George Watsky

chorus 1 

I know my momma loves me 

I know my poppa loves me 

I know the camera loves me 

I can tell my brother loves me 

I know that Boston loves 

And San Francisco loves me 

I love the city back, 

I just can't help it, it's so lovely 

verse 1 

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 i'm like stepping like I'm Fred Astaire 

I make it happen, battlerapping at my Teddy Bear 

When I was twelve I'd leave my door open a crack 

afraid if 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?) 

chorus 2 

I know that Jesus loves me 

I know that buddha loves 

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 

verse 2 

this insanity, that's heredity 

it's my family, we can let it be 

wish I pretended that 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 

fashodo, mom'll show you the photo 

(who's been loving you?) 

I do embarassing better 

I could wear a pink sweater 

with a pair of slick pleather pants 

derelicte e-va-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 need to and true nothing new but 

(who's been loving you?) 

Chorus 3 

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 

verse 3 

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 weezy cause I'm coughing at the hookah bar 

I don't do cigars, but I got hella game 

I can 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 roundtrip 

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 cowtipping 

So I'ma tear this joint up 

And i'ma party till the hoofs point up 

(who's been loving you?) 

Chorus 4 

this is for Charles Barkley 

This is for Poison Ivy 

This 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