Lawrence, Jon Bellion - False Alarms lyrics
Jon Bellion [Jonathan David Bellion] Lake Grove, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lawrence, Jon Bellion - False Alarms lyrics]
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 waitin' 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 (Hey)
These false alarms
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms
It's been a while sincе I went
And wrote a song like this
I'll lеt the music speak, not the publicist
(O oh)
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)
Oh oh, these false alarms
I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms (These false alarms)
Yeah (Hey) oh oh, 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 shine 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 hit's on
The piano in my foyer
Labels try to challah for my
Bread, I tell 'em, "Oy vey"
Make sure you keep your masters so
These assholes don't get shoppin' sprees
Fame is overrated and Live
Nation's a monopoly
Don't ever stress the credit if your
Check comes with the royalties
And hype is somethin' someone needs when
Fans can't give you loyalty
Every mistake I made is like an institute
Y'all could be the two-point oh
I say it in my interviews
If 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 livin' 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 bucket list
(O oh)
And I can feel my patience wearing thin
Now it's belly up or it's Bellion
And I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms (Don't you know now)
Yes, I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms (Oh, hey)
Oh, these false alarms (These false alarms)
Yes, I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms na na na na na (Hey)
Ooh oh, 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 waitin' 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 (Hey)
These false alarms
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms
It's been a while sincе I went
And wrote a song like this
I'll lеt the music speak, not the publicist
(O oh)
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)
Oh oh, these false alarms
I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms (These false alarms)
Yeah (Hey) oh oh, 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 shine 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 hit's on
The piano in my foyer
Labels try to challah for my
Bread, I tell 'em, "Oy vey"
Make sure you keep your masters so
These assholes don't get shoppin' sprees
Fame is overrated and Live
Nation's a monopoly
Don't ever stress the credit if your
Check comes with the royalties
And hype is somethin' someone needs when
Fans can't give you loyalty
Every mistake I made is like an institute
Y'all could be the two-point oh
I say it in my interviews
If 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 livin' 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 bucket list
(O oh)
And I can feel my patience wearing thin
Now it's belly up or it's Bellion
And I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms (Don't you know now)
Yes, I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms (Oh, hey)
Oh, these false alarms (These false alarms)
Yes, I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms na na na na na (Hey)
Ooh oh, these false alarms
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired
Of these false alarms