Demun Jones, Upchurch - Business lyrics
[Demun Jones, Upchurch - Business lyrics]
Lookin' out the small
Window watchin' people
Stumble down the sidewalk so slow
Their voices are so raspy comin' from a
Fire door filled up with smoke
A man in the alley way with
A switchblade and no good intentions
But that's the business
That's the business
There's a devil deep down on
Music Row just shakin'
A bunch of hands and
Probably 'neath the fold
He knows that you got that smile
And he just wants your soul
Another pure heart of gold
He's turning icy cold
Stringin' you up as a puppet
Takin' your name like it's nothin'
But man don't you love it
You might as well jump in
That casket and shut it
But man ain't you buzzin'
They asking for pictures in public
So pose for the gram and just shut it
Then roll up all your tinted
Windows, lock the doors
And keep on truckin' motherfucker
Lookin' out the small
Window watchin' people
Stumble down the sidewalk so slow
Their voices are so raspy comin' from a
Fire door filled up with smoke
A man in the alley way with
A switchblade and no good intentions
But that's the business
That's the business
Yeah, uh, Mr jones, campfire cologne
We lovin' the songs
You're writing's strong, sign on the line
Sit by the phone
We'll tell you to leave, when to go home
We'll give you a loan
Sometime or another
Won't be enough for your kids or your mother
Just go cook a pie, we'll give you a slice
Keep ninety percent
Pretend that we're nice, pay
You every twelve months
Maybe twice
We won't buy a car, atleast not
For you, I'm drivin' a German
I think I need two
Paid off with money we made off of you
And now you want millions and
Think that you earned it
But we pay the lawyer that
Means we deserve it
If you a workin' man then why
Don't you get to work
And you want royalty boy you ain't Prince
Shoulda read the fine print
You been screwed ever since
It's just business
Window watchin' people
Stumble down the sidewalk so slow
Their voices are so raspy comin' from a
Fire door filled up with smoke
A man in the alley way with
A switchblade and no good intentions
But that's the business
That's the business
There's a devil deep down on
Music Row just shakin'
A bunch of hands and
Probably 'neath the fold
He knows that you got that smile
And he just wants your soul
Another pure heart of gold
He's turning icy cold
Stringin' you up as a puppet
Takin' your name like it's nothin'
But man don't you love it
You might as well jump in
That casket and shut it
But man ain't you buzzin'
They asking for pictures in public
So pose for the gram and just shut it
Then roll up all your tinted
Windows, lock the doors
And keep on truckin' motherfucker
Lookin' out the small
Window watchin' people
Stumble down the sidewalk so slow
Their voices are so raspy comin' from a
Fire door filled up with smoke
A man in the alley way with
A switchblade and no good intentions
But that's the business
That's the business
Yeah, uh, Mr jones, campfire cologne
We lovin' the songs
You're writing's strong, sign on the line
Sit by the phone
We'll tell you to leave, when to go home
We'll give you a loan
Sometime or another
Won't be enough for your kids or your mother
Just go cook a pie, we'll give you a slice
Keep ninety percent
Pretend that we're nice, pay
You every twelve months
Maybe twice
We won't buy a car, atleast not
For you, I'm drivin' a German
I think I need two
Paid off with money we made off of you
And now you want millions and
Think that you earned it
But we pay the lawyer that
Means we deserve it
If you a workin' man then why
Don't you get to work
And you want royalty boy you ain't Prince
Shoulda read the fine print
You been screwed ever since
It's just business