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Business Lyrics - Artist : Demun Jones
[Upchurch:]
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 [Demun Jones:] 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 |
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