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

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

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?"