Springtime - Imani Coppola

You should be happy for your lips

You should be happy for your hips

You should be happy for your tits

But it ain’t payin the rent

Nah, it ain’t paying the rent

Where’d you learn how to walk?

Must’ve been in the dead of winter in New York City

Only some honey who’s got no money can look so pretty

Only somebody whose got no heat can act so sweet

Come on over, I’ll fix you something to eat

Springtime, New York City

Livin' is easy, lovin' is free

It’s springtime, New York

New York City, fuckin' New York

It’s springtime, New York City

Livin' is easy, lovin' is free

It’s springtime, New York

New York City, fuckin' New York

You can feed an army with your eyes

You can break a brick wall with your thighs

You can start a fire with your strut

You can break a neck with your butt

But, but it ain’t paying the rent

Nah, ain’t paying the rent

Woman, you better sit your ass down

When you’re every guys bedtime lullaby, you better skip town

Gotta get a better pair of shoes for all that runnin' around

You better drive your winter ways back into the ground

Let’s go pick up your soul at the lost and found

Springtime, New York City

Livin' is easy, lovin' is free

It’s springtime, New York

New York City, fuckin' New York

It’s springtime, New York City

Livin' is easy, lovin' is free

It’s springtime, New York

New York City, fuckin' New York

Springtime, New York City

Livin' is easy, lovin' is free

It’s springtime, New York

New York City, fuckin' New York

It’s springtime, New York City

Livin' is easy, lovin' is free

It’s springtime, New York

New York City

It’s springtime, New York City

Livin' is easy, lovin' is free

It’s springtime, New York

New York City, fuckin' New York

It’s springtime

And you ain’t got a dime

It ain’t paying the rent, nah

Try a little harder, 'cause you’re barely alive

Word of advice: get a job, biatch