There was a Joe leanin' on the back door; A couple Jills with their eyes on a couple bills; Their eyes was statin’ they was waitin'; To get their hands on some Easy Money.

They flipped a dime; “Well I'll take heads this time”; One steps up, One steps back; One loosens her shoulder strap; Ah, she couldn't speak, her knees got weak she could almost taste it, you know? Easy Money.

Well there’s this old black cowboy sitting in this old black cadillac; So Joe smiles sweet so she curls up at her boyfriend's feet; She said, "Listen Sam, I’ve got a plan. How'd ya like to make a little bit of that Easy Money?"

He’d say, "Yes! Oh Yes!...Just tell me what you want me to do"; She said now, “Maybe, you can trust me…but baby you must be hidin' in my room at a quarter to two.”

Well the cat told the boy now "Come on up to my room and play with my toys honey"; But the Jill had set the bait and she wasn't gonna sit around and wait and this guy was wise to all the lies and he flies out the door with Easy Money.

Now because there ain't no man whose got some money in his hand; who got any of that bread by being slow in the head; The easier it looks, the hotter it hooks; There just ain’t no such thing as Easy Money.

We say “Yes, Oh Yes…”

Ooh, Saturday night there was this terrible, terrible fight between two dames who was losing the same game. It wasn’t very clear but I hear that someone was out there looking for some Easy Money.

Songwriter: Rickie Lee Jones

You such a creep but I like it, I like it; You’re so damn cheap, but I got it, I got it; I got it to spend; You take a picture; You love that mirror; So hot, show it off; I might be crazy yeah; You know I like em bad.

I want a boy, I want a boy, I want a boy like you; I want a boy, I want a boy, I want a boy like you.

So many good guys, too easy, it’s too easy; I like a good fight when we do it, do it, do it again; You keep me running; Can’t catch a wild thing; Show it off, so hot; I might be crazy yeah; You know I like em bad;

I want a boy, I want a boy, I want a boy like you; I want a boy, I want a boy like you.

Oh you’ve got me, got me in a spin; I don’t want to know, know, where you’ve been.

I might be crazy yeah, you know I like em bad; I want a boy, I want a boy.

I want a boy like you.

Songwriter: Windy Wagner

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in; Sometimes I feel like giving up; But I just can't; It isn't in my blood; Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing; I'm overwhelmed and insecure, give me something; I could take to ease my mind slowly; Just have a drink and you'll feel better; Just take her home and you'll feel better; Keep telling me that it gets better; Does it ever?

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in; Sometimes I feel like giving up; No medicine is strong enough; Someone help me; I'm crawling in my skin; Sometimes I feel like giving up; But I just can't.

It isn't in my blood; It isn't in my blood;

I'm looking through my phone again, feeling anxious; Afraid to be alone again, I hate this; I'm trying to find a way to chill, I can't breathe, oh.

Is there somebody who could help me? It's like the walls are caving in; Sometimes I feel like giving up; No medicine is strong enough; Someone help me; I'm crawling in my skin; Sometimes I feel like giving up; But I just can't

It isn't in my blood; It isn't in my blood; I need somebody now; I need somebody now; Someone to help me out; I need somebody now; Help me, it's like the walls are caving in; Sometimes I feel like giving up; But I just can't.

It isn't in my blood; It isn't in my blood; It isn't in my blood; I need somebody now.

Songwriters: Geoff Warburton, Scott Harris, Geiger Teddy, Shawn Mendes