False Alarms (with Jon Bellion)
Mmm
It's been a while since I went and wrote a song like this
Take a good four chords, let 'em loop as is
And if it's still got soul, then I've realized
It still feels good when you simplify
'Cause I've been waiting for a while for a shot like this
But another near hit is another near miss
And I can smell the smoke, but it's no cigar
I feel so close, yet I feel so far
And I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms, uh
These false alarms
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms
It's been a while since I went and wrote a song like this
I let the music speak, not the publicist (ooh)
And the dream is big, but the van is small
So give the keys and I'll give my all
'Cause I'm, getting sick and tired of these false alarms, uh (hey!)
These false alarms
I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms (these false alarms)
These false alarms
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms
Clyde and Gracie sent this song across my desk, and then
They asked if I could shed some light
They'd hold it dear, like venison
I'm not no Edison, my club don't got no membership
But I could use my penmanship to drop a couple gems and shit
My fries come with some nuggets in my old age
Couple grains of salt
I got some Goya and some Old Bay
I wrote a couple hits on the piano in my foyer
Labels try to holla for my bread, I tell 'em, "Oy vey"
Make sure you keep your Masters
So these assholes don't get shopping sprees
Fame is overrated, and Live Nation is a monopoly
Don't ever stress the credit
If your check comes with the royalties
And hype is something someone needs
When fans can't give you loyalty
Every mistake I made is like an institute
Y'all could be the 2.0, I say it in my interviews
I had to pick a single thing, the only thing I'm givin' you
Keep one foot in the future
And the other in the living room, wow! (Ah)
It's been a while since I went and wrote a song like this
(It's been a while, it's been a while)
And yeah, I've knocked a few things off my fuckin' list (ooh)
And I can feel my patience wearing thin
Now it's barely up or it's buried in
And I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms
(Don't ya know? Yeah) yes, I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms (oh)
Of these false alarms (these false alarms)
Yes, I'm getting, sick and tired of these (false alarms)
Na-na-na-na, ooh-oh, of these (false alarms)
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms
It's been a while since I went and wrote a song like this
Take a good four chords, let 'em loop as is
And if it's still got soul, then I've realized
It still feels good when you simplify
'Cause I've been waiting for a while for a shot like this
But another near hit is another near miss
And I can smell the smoke, but it's no cigar
I feel so close, yet I feel so far
And I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms, uh
These false alarms
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms
It's been a while since I went and wrote a song like this
I let the music speak, not the publicist (ooh)
And the dream is big, but the van is small
So give the keys and I'll give my all
'Cause I'm, getting sick and tired of these false alarms, uh (hey!)
These false alarms
I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms (these false alarms)
These false alarms
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms
Clyde and Gracie sent this song across my desk, and then
They asked if I could shed some light
They'd hold it dear, like venison
I'm not no Edison, my club don't got no membership
But I could use my penmanship to drop a couple gems and shit
My fries come with some nuggets in my old age
Couple grains of salt
I got some Goya and some Old Bay
I wrote a couple hits on the piano in my foyer
Labels try to holla for my bread, I tell 'em, "Oy vey"
Make sure you keep your Masters
So these assholes don't get shopping sprees
Fame is overrated, and Live Nation is a monopoly
Don't ever stress the credit
If your check comes with the royalties
And hype is something someone needs
When fans can't give you loyalty
Every mistake I made is like an institute
Y'all could be the 2.0, I say it in my interviews
I had to pick a single thing, the only thing I'm givin' you
Keep one foot in the future
And the other in the living room, wow! (Ah)
It's been a while since I went and wrote a song like this
(It's been a while, it's been a while)
And yeah, I've knocked a few things off my fuckin' list (ooh)
And I can feel my patience wearing thin
Now it's barely up or it's buried in
And I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms
(Don't ya know? Yeah) yes, I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms (oh)
Of these false alarms (these false alarms)
Yes, I'm getting, sick and tired of these (false alarms)
Na-na-na-na, ooh-oh, of these (false alarms)
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired of these false alarms
Credits
Writer(s): Clyde Lawrence, Jonathan David Bellion, Jonny Koh, Gracie Lawrence, Jordan Cohen
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