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)