Lovin' It Songtext
von Dear‐God

Everybody went to school, but I said fuck that
Got a world I wanna rule, I ain′t got no time for class
I was lookin' like a fool, now I′m lookin' for the cash
No, I ain't never lookin′ back
I was sweepin′ floors, workin' seven days a week
Woke up sleepin′ on the floor, I was flyin' in my sleep
I was lookin′ like a fiend, fighting for my pipe dream
Now I'm poppin′ on the scene, everybody missin' me

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm lovin′ it
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, I′m lovin' it

Fuck a box, fuck a job, fuckin′ makin' speakers knock
Fuck a box, fuck a job, fuckin′ makin' speakers knock
Fuck a box, fuck a job, fuckin′ makin' speakers knock
Fuck a box, fuck a job, fuckin' makin′ speakers knock


You can call me what you want, ah, ah
But that′s okay, I'll take and turn it into something that I flaunt
Screamin′, "I'm a grime boy, kinda ugly, but I′m cheeky"
And now I don't need a pill, ′cause I got my bitch's titties
Gotta brag, I ain't sorry, I′m a motherfuckin′ kid
Makin' hits for my peoples, I ain′t take no fuckin' piss
Got that flamin′ hot Cheeto dust comin' when I spit
So much bliss, I look down and give my rosary a kiss like

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, I′m lovin' it
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm lovin′ it

Fuck a box, fuck a job, fuckin′ makin' speakers knock
Fuck a box, fuck a job, fuckin′ makin' speakers knock
Fuck a box, fuck a job, fuckin′ makin' speakers knock
Fuck a box, fuck a job, fuckin′ makin' speakers knock

I'm lovin′ it
I′m lovin' it
I′m lovin' it
I′m lovin' it
I′m lovin' it

Fuck all that
Yeah