Текст Upchurch – Business

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

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