Lowell Oakley - Tied Up

I told this woman I was gonna write a song about her
Hold up
All my shit in the back of an old truck
Heard a bit about the city had to roll up
Now I'm flipping from the couch to the sofa
Gourmet to cold cut
Oh God
I'm stressing yeah I could really use a BLOW job
It's New York in the summer and its so hot
Of course I walk into the spot and I saw ya
Hey
Pretty little thing on the east side
Fuck you got me hopping on the L on a Wednesday night
Walk 10 blocks to be by your side
It ain't like me to be so tied up tied up
Not a dollar to my name but I'mma own it
No way
I've been spending every minute back at your place
80 bucks in the bank on a good day
Said I wouldn't but it feels like a Friday
So white red or rosé
Bay baaaay
I been feeding all my quarters to the laundry
I quick ditch all my clothes when she calls me
Got no need when its all me and her under clean sheets
Pretty little thing on the east side
Fuck you got me hopping on the L on a Wednesday night
Walk 10 blocks to be by your side
It ain't like me to be so tied up tied up
Not a dollar to my name but I'mma own it

Written by:
Bubele Booi, Daniel Álvarez de Toledo, David Balshaw, Harry Oakley III

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