Gotta Be Yourself
You gotta be yourself
(How 'bout you, how 'bout you be yourself, idiot ha)
You gotta be yourself baby
You gotta (yuh, yuh)
At times I think about
When I with you, you had a golden chest
But you only gave me wood
Even though I kinda wish you would
Give me more, as you should
As you could (hm yeah I deserved it, look)
When I was a kid my gig was "Always get rejected" (I don't like you)
Until my voice had a change
Suddenly I was loved and respected (I love you)
It affected my self-esteem
Like a dream (I was living the dream, yuh, ha)
You came to my life
You came just a bit unexpected
I fell in love in three days
In fourth I didn't waste up a second
You had other boys on your back (yuh)
They was wack (gross)
They didn't wanna turn up in second (nuh uh)
Place, but I won that race
I had a past I couldn't share
No reason to be found anyway or anywhere
So why would I be my selfish me?
I shouldn't dare
You gotta be yourself
(How 'bout you, how 'bout you stop being selfish, and like)
(Be responsable for your actions man)
You gotta be yourself baby
(This is not fun)
You gotta (anymore)
She's smart, she got a heart, we
Talk about earth, the sun and mars
We get along, time never feels long
I like her, never felt this feeling
But I don't deserve the feeling
I'm a liar, might destroy what I built with fire
'Cause that shit is just shit in my chest
That's it, last move in the fucking chess
Board (damn)
That is lit up and torn up
She might get bored of
Me ignoring her so much
I tried this and that
I can't hold much longer
The worries, the stories and the lies
I'm wishing she loves who I truly am
Like the person she sees with her eyes
But who am I? They call me July
'Cause all I do is lie
Another wrong do-er
And I always wonder
And I'm sorry for the ponder
I overthink, I plan with hunger
For control
But the point of control
Is to feel the grip of control
But I can't control the control
Man it's out of my c-
God damn control, look
Let's go back to the chorus man
And make sure you don't ignore this, look
You gotta be yourself (How 'bout you)
(How 'bout you stop manipulating)
(How 'bout you stop being an ass- and just)
You gotta be yourself baby (try to be a good person like)
(You got it in you)
You gotta (you know what I'm saying?)
I'm a fucking skitzofrenic bitch
(How 'bout you, how 'bout you be yourself, idiot ha)
You gotta be yourself baby
You gotta (yuh, yuh)
At times I think about
When I with you, you had a golden chest
But you only gave me wood
Even though I kinda wish you would
Give me more, as you should
As you could (hm yeah I deserved it, look)
When I was a kid my gig was "Always get rejected" (I don't like you)
Until my voice had a change
Suddenly I was loved and respected (I love you)
It affected my self-esteem
Like a dream (I was living the dream, yuh, ha)
You came to my life
You came just a bit unexpected
I fell in love in three days
In fourth I didn't waste up a second
You had other boys on your back (yuh)
They was wack (gross)
They didn't wanna turn up in second (nuh uh)
Place, but I won that race
I had a past I couldn't share
No reason to be found anyway or anywhere
So why would I be my selfish me?
I shouldn't dare
You gotta be yourself
(How 'bout you, how 'bout you stop being selfish, and like)
(Be responsable for your actions man)
You gotta be yourself baby
(This is not fun)
You gotta (anymore)
She's smart, she got a heart, we
Talk about earth, the sun and mars
We get along, time never feels long
I like her, never felt this feeling
But I don't deserve the feeling
I'm a liar, might destroy what I built with fire
'Cause that shit is just shit in my chest
That's it, last move in the fucking chess
Board (damn)
That is lit up and torn up
She might get bored of
Me ignoring her so much
I tried this and that
I can't hold much longer
The worries, the stories and the lies
I'm wishing she loves who I truly am
Like the person she sees with her eyes
But who am I? They call me July
'Cause all I do is lie
Another wrong do-er
And I always wonder
And I'm sorry for the ponder
I overthink, I plan with hunger
For control
But the point of control
Is to feel the grip of control
But I can't control the control
Man it's out of my c-
God damn control, look
Let's go back to the chorus man
And make sure you don't ignore this, look
You gotta be yourself (How 'bout you)
(How 'bout you stop manipulating)
(How 'bout you stop being an ass- and just)
You gotta be yourself baby (try to be a good person like)
(You got it in you)
You gotta (you know what I'm saying?)
I'm a fucking skitzofrenic bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Julio Zamarripa
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