D         F
I know my momma loves me
G         Bb
I know my poppa loves me
D          F
I know the camera loves me
G             Bb
I can tell my brother loves me
D           F
I know that Boston loves
G           Bb
And San Francisco loves me
D          F           G                   Bb
I love the city back,I just can't help it, it's so lovely

D                        F
I'm in my lucky underwear, i'm feeling debonair
G                        Bb
If it's a lonely trip to heaven, I'm already there
D                           F
I'm in the bedroom i'm like stepping like I'm Fred Astaire
G                       Bb
I make it happen, battlerapping at my Teddy Bear
D                              F
When I was twelve I'd leave my door open a crack
G                        Bb
afraid of getting busted sneaking porno on my mac
D                    F
I guess I was a freak; Until I got caught last week
G           Bb
(who's been loving you?)
D                         F
I was reading Booker T, I threw the book at me
G                             Bb
I go for the lookers but they never look at me
D                       F
I would get a hooker if I could unhook her bra
G                      Bb
I'd be looking soft as soon as she took her top off
D                     F
let's go rolling in a broken winnebago
G                              Bb
stop and smoke a bowl out of a hollowed out potato
D                       F
It's hash now, but it's hash browns soon
G           Bb
(who's been loving you?)

D           F
I know that Jesus loves me
G           Bb
I know that Buddha loves me
D           F            G                Bb
The fucking Easter Bunny and the ghost of Gandhi love me
D           F
I know that Santa loves me
G          Bb
I think my Aunties love me
D         F               G                 Bb 
I know my Grandma love me she thought I was handsome trust me

D              F
this insanity, that's heredity
G               Bb
it's my family, we can let it be
D                       F
I wish I pretended that mom and dad are dead to me
G                       Bb
But i love my dad, that motherfucker read to me
D                    F
my first words were "where's the love?"
G                       Bb
mad smug, assed up on a bearskin rug
D                       F  
Oh, for sure though. My mom'll show you the photo
G           Bb
(who's been loving you?)
D     F
 I do embarrassing better
G       
I could wear a pink sweater 
       Bb
with a pair of slick pleather pants
D                F
derelict e-va-ry day and it's well known 
G              Bb
that I hop off stage with my cell phone
D                        F
fake a dropped call when everybody's near me
G                              Bb
and shout "I love you mom!" so everybody hears me
D                 F
I need it to0 and true it's nothing new but
G            Bb
(who's been loving you?)

D             F
Even though I owe them money
G            Bb
I think it's pretty likely
D             F
that my whole family loves me
G         Bb
My lovers tend to like me
D         F
I know my homies love me
G           Bb
My teachers love to hate me
D          F
The haters love to fuck with me
D          Bb
the fickle love me lately

D                    F
I'm a percussionist. I never knew guitar
G                    Bb
it's cheesy, but I'm stunting like a superstar
D                 F
it's easy man I'm hopping out a moving car
G                       Bb
call me weezy cause I'm coughing at the hookah bar
D                  F
I don't do cigars, but I got hella game
G                        Bb
I can make a lady out of styling gel and cellophane
D                        F
so you can yell my name, I make the bed frame move
G           Bb
(who's been loving you?)

D                            F
me and my better friends are heading to the town strip
G                             Bb
if they don't let us in we'll never take roundtrip
D                      F
because I took an hour picking out my outfit
G                       Bb
and then I took another slicking down a cowlick
D                         F
and I like house sitting, but fuck it now's different
G                       F
I'm going out and there ain't a bouncer for cowtipping
D
So I'ma tear this joint up
F
And i'ma party till the hoofs point up
D           Bb
(who's been loving you?)

D           F
this is for Charles Barkley
G           Bb
This is for Poison Ivy
D            F
And it's for Draco Malfoy
G            Bb
And it's for Bill O'Reilly
D           F
This is for Ned Mencia
G            Bb
It's for the corporate lawyers
D            F
it's for the backseat drivers
G          Bb
And for my friend  Ann Coulter