LUNCHMONEY LEWIS Bills LYRICS
EP: "Bills" (2015)
Bills
I got bills I gotta pay
So I'm gon' work, work, work every day
I got mouths I gotta feed,
So I'm gon' make sure everybody eats
I got bills!
All these bills pile up my desk
They looking like a mount (Everest!)
All the little kids run around
I can hear their stomachs growl (grrr!)
It's a full moon out
And my girl just keep on howlin' (ooh, ooh)
She said she gonna leave me
If I don't come home with fifty thousand (fifty thousand?)
God damn, God damn, God damn, God damn
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
God damn, oh man, God damn, oh man
I got bills I gotta pay
So I'm gon' work, work, work every day
I got mouths I gotta feed
So I'm gon' make sure everybody eats
I got bills
Woke up and I bumped my head
Stubbed my toe on the edge of the bed
Opened the fridge and the food all gone
Neighbor damn dog crapped on my lawn
Hopped in the car and the car won't start
It's too damn hot but I still gotta walk
Behind an old lady in the grocery line
Praying that my card don't get declined
God damn, God damn, God damn, God damn
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man
God damn, oh man, God damn, oh man
I got bills I gotta pay
So I'm gon' work, work, work every day
I got mouths I gotta feed
So I'm gon' make sure everybody eats
I got!
(Bringin' everybody trouble!)
And my shoes, my shoes
I said my shoes!
Ain't got no sole
I got bills I gotta pay
So I'm gon' work, work, work every day
I got mouths I gotta feed
So I'm gon' make sure everybody eats
I got bills I gotta pay
So I'm gon' work, work, work every day
I got mouths I gotta feed
So I'm gon' make sure everybody eats
I got bills.
(Mama got bills! Yo' daddy got bills! Yo' sister got bills! Yo' auntie got bills!)
I got bills.
(Yo' Uncle got bills! Everybody got bills! Everybody got bills!)
Writer(s): Jacob Hindlin, Eric Frederic, Gamal Lewis, Rickard Goransson
Copyright: Virginia Beach Music, Where Da Kasz At?, Prescription Songs, Mxm Music AB, Rukia Music, Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Songs From The Boardwalk
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Mama
When I was hungry, she cooked me something yummy
And when I was sick, she would take care of me
Fix me up chicken soup, let me stay home from school
But if I did I couldn't leave the room
'Cause that was the rule
I could run in a race and come dead last
She say: "that's my baby" and stand up and clap
She taught me respect and I'm thankful for that
And if I ever fell in love make sure that girl love me back
Oho, a couple times when I was bad
Oho, she hauled off and whooped my ass
Oho, but I'm still her biggest fan
Oho, 'cause she made me who I am
This song is dedicated to my mama
Who taught me how to put on my pajamas
Always let me have a couple dollars
But told me that my dreams I better follow
I love my mama, I love my mama
Oooooo, I love my mama, I love my mama
I love my mama, mama
I'ma hold her hand, I'ma kiss her cheek
'Cause that's my mama, I don't care who sees
I can't lie to her face, I can't lie on the phone
She can hear it in my voice, oh yeah, she knows something's wrong
She keep the family together, make sure we get along
You swear she a bodybuilder, man that lady so strong
And I'm still her baby, even though I'm grown
You can call me mama's boy all you want!
You could call me mama's boy all you want!
Oho, a couple times when I was bad
Oho, she hauled off and whooped my ass
Oho, but I'm still her biggest fan
Oho, 'cause she made me who I am
This song is dedicated to my mama
Who taught me how to put on my pajamas
Always let me have a couple dollars
But told me that my dreams I better follow
I love my mama, I love my mama
Oooooo, I love my mama, I love my mama
I love my mama, mama
This is for all the mamas
Grand-mamas, great grand-mamas
Step-mamas, single mamas, yeah
All the mamas working more than one job
Working real, real hard
Mamas all over the world, you know
This song is dedicated to my mama
Who taught me how to put on my pajamas
Always let me have a couple dollars
But told me that my dreams I better follow
I love my mama, I love my mama
Oooooo, I love my mama, I love my mama
I love my mama, mama
Writer(s): Jacob Hindlin, Gamal Lewis, Peter Svensson
Copyright: Virginia Beach Music, Where Da Kasz At?, Prescription Songs, Ps Publishing, Rukia Music
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Love Me Back
Showed by the job, bringing some to eat
And when she get off, I'ma rub her feet
I love the people she want, when we watch TV
She treat me like shit, I treat her like a queen
Uuh, she don't feel like I do
When a man loves a woman, but the woman don't love him back
It's like tryina play it cool when you're having a hard attack
When a man loves a woman, but the woman don't love him back
No there ain't nothing, ain't nothing worse than that
I took her on a date, and I paid the check
And when I got home I didn't get no sex!
And I said to myself "I deserve better"
She walking all over me 'cause I let her,
I ain't gonna let her no more
I ain't gonna let her no more
When a man loves a woman, but the woman don't love him back
It's like tryina play it cool when you're having a hard attack
When a man loves a woman, but the woman don't love him back
No there ain't nothing, ain't nothing worse than that.
Baby I just got a fresh fay and some new jays, but damn girl
You got me looking like a fool
What the hell do I have to do?!
Tell me baby, I'm begging you
Please, please!
You got me looking like a fool
What the hell do I have to do?!
Tell me baby I'm begging you
Please, please!
[x2]
When a man loves a woman, but the woman don't love him back
It's like tryina play it cool when you're having a hard attack
When a man loves a woman, but the woman don't love him back,
No, there ain't nothing, ain't nothing worse than that.
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you love me back?
Writer(s): Jacob Hindlin, Gamal Lewis
Copyright: Virginia Beach Music, Where Da Kasz At?, Prescription Songs, Rukia Music
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Real Thing
When she walked out the door and you don't see her no more
You know she found the real thing
When she go like the wind and never call you again
You know she found the real thing
I'ma laugh with her, I'ma cry with her
Grow old with her, prolly die with her
Getting dressed up, getting fly with her
Take her back home, lay by the fire with her
I'll be touching, I'll be hugging, I'll be kissing out in public
Have amazing conversations and I let her pick the subject
'Cause she know I got bills, so we born on the budget
Homie I'm in love with her
Uh aha, I'm turning your girl to mine
I'm turning, I'm turning, I'm turning
I'm turning, I'm turning your girl to mine
Uh aha, I'm feeling on her behind
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling,
I'm feeling on her behind
When she walked out the door and you don't see her no more
You know she found the real thing
When she go like the wind and never call you again
You know she found the real thing
She need somebody who gonn' treat her right
Give her good loving in the middle of the night
You had your chance, but you just ain't her type
You know why? She want the real thing
You got dreadlocks, I got a fake man
I'm getting laid man, you getting played fam
You got John Lennon, you got Raybans
I'm a superstar, you a superfan
I got satellite, you got basic cable
When your girl in the car she get iced cable
She keep your head in them high notes
That might sound hard to my record label
Uh aha, I'm turning your girl to mine
I'm turning, I'm turning, I'm turning
I'm turning, I'm turning your girl to mine
Uh aha, I'm feeling on her behind
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling,
I'm feeling on her behind
When she walked out the door and you don't see her no more
You know she found the real thing
When she go like the wind and never call you again
You know she found the real thing
She need somebody who gonn' treat her right
Give her good loving in the middle of the night
You had your chance but you just ain't her type
You know why? She want the real thing
Real thing, real thing
Real thing, real thing
She want the real thing, real thing
She want the real thing, real thing
She need somebody who gonn' treat her right
Give her good loving in the middle of the night
You had your chance but you just ain't her type
You know why? She want the real thing
Writer(s): Jacob Hindlin, Gamal Lewis
Copyright: Virginia Beach Music, Where Da Kasz At?, Prescription Songs, Rukia Music
