Still living in his dad's house, 24 years old
He could buy a few pads, but he just like to stay home
No, he never took the fast route, now the plaque's on deck
But they still make him take the trash out, keep his ass in check
Same kids from the high school, jump shot still flame
Couple million in the bank, but
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Nothing has changed, he is the same
His assistant is his best friend
Lost his dad that day
Really puts it in perspective
What the f*ck's a bad day?
Sister told him "Keep your head right," 24 years old
Real women need love, fake bitches want gold
Same kids from the high school, jump shot still flame
Couple million in the bank, but
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Nothing has changed, he is the same
All he needed was a platform, built a real fanbase
Took 'em with him when the deal came
Selling out in every state
Signed a deal after his first tape
But he kept it on the low
They can never say he sold out
So why they come to every show?
Same kids from the high school, jump shot still flame
Couple million in the bank, but
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Nothing has changed, we are the same
Nothing has changed (nothing)
All the same, we are the same
Nothing has changed, we are the same
We are the same
Jon Bellion - The Human Condition Album Lyrics
Jon Bellion - The Human Condition Lyrics
Writer: JONATHAN BELLION, MARK CARL STOLINKSKI WILLIAMS, RAUL IGNACIO CUBINA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
80s Films
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
She said, "How does it feel to be you?"
I said, "It's alright, I really think I peaked in high school"
She said, "That isn't possible, you are out of your mind
Cause we never hooked up in high school"
We just need a night like
We just need a night like this, yeah
Take me back to 9th grade
Take me back to 9th grade shit, yeah
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
She said, "How'd we end up in the parking lot in Smithtown?"
The morning's on its way to sunrise
She said, "The island is long, but life is short in this town
I'm glad we got to redo the time"
We just need a night like
We just need a night like this, yeah
Take me back to 9th grade
Take me back to 9th grade shit, yeah
And just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
I can't let go and your lips feel retro
You're my Breakfast Club
You're my song from Cyndi Lauper
No more missed times, we fly by street signs
Let your hips rewind
Take me back into the future, yeah
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
She said, "How does it feel to be you?"
I said, "It's alright, I really think I peaked in high school"
She said, "That isn't possible, you are out of your mind
Cause we never hooked up in high school"
We just need a night like
We just need a night like this, yeah
Take me back to 9th grade
Take me back to 9th grade shit, yeah
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
She said, "How'd we end up in the parking lot in Smithtown?"
The morning's on its way to sunrise
She said, "The island is long, but life is short in this town
I'm glad we got to redo the time"
We just need a night like
We just need a night like this, yeah
Take me back to 9th grade
Take me back to 9th grade shit, yeah
And just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
I can't let go and your lips feel retro
You're my Breakfast Club
You're my song from Cyndi Lauper
No more missed times, we fly by street signs
Let your hips rewind
Take me back into the future, yeah
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Writer: JONATHAN BELLION, MARK WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
All Time Low
I was the knight in shining armor in your movie
Would put your lips on mine and love the aftertaste
Now I'm a ghost, I call your name, you look right through me
You're the reason I'm alone and masturbate
I (I, I), I've been trying to fix my pride
But that shit's broken, that shit's broken
Lie (lie, lie), lie, l-lie, I try to hide
But now you know it
That I'm at an all time
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
I was the prototype like 3 Stacks on that CD
An example of the perfect candidate
Now all your girlfriends say that you don't want to see me
You're the reason that I just can't concentrate
I (I, I), I've been trying to fix my pride
But that shit's broken, that shit's broken
Lie (lie, lie), lie, l-lie, I try to hide
But now you know it
That I'm at an all time
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
I (I, I), I've been trying to fix my pride
But that shit's broken, that shit's broken
Lie (lie, lie), lie, l-lie, I try to hide
But now you know it
That I'm at an all time
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
(Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low) lie, l-lie, I try to hide
(Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low) but now you know it
(Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low)
I'm at an all time
Hey
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Would put your lips on mine and love the aftertaste
Now I'm a ghost, I call your name, you look right through me
You're the reason I'm alone and masturbate
I (I, I), I've been trying to fix my pride
But that shit's broken, that shit's broken
Lie (lie, lie), lie, l-lie, I try to hide
But now you know it
That I'm at an all time
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
I was the prototype like 3 Stacks on that CD
An example of the perfect candidate
Now all your girlfriends say that you don't want to see me
You're the reason that I just can't concentrate
I (I, I), I've been trying to fix my pride
But that shit's broken, that shit's broken
Lie (lie, lie), lie, l-lie, I try to hide
But now you know it
That I'm at an all time
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
I (I, I), I've been trying to fix my pride
But that shit's broken, that shit's broken
Lie (lie, lie), lie, l-lie, I try to hide
But now you know it
That I'm at an all time
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
(Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low) lie, l-lie, I try to hide
(Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low) but now you know it
(Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low)
I'm at an all time
Hey
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, lo lo low, low, low, low, low
Writer: Raul Ignacio Cubina, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Jonathan David Bellion, Travis Franklyn Mendes
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
New York Soul Pt. II
[Chorus - Alec Benjamin:]
Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
I did everything for New York
[Verse 1 - Jon Bellion:]
New York or in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man
Kryie needed a king, I'm just making you understand
What I rustle up in the West, cause my reach is Kevin Duran
Records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand
A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan
Changing the f*cking spectrum, I need you to understand
Like I took the fall for some drugs, I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)
Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
So the minute you hear my single, just know that it's in my plan
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith
I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van
This game, boy, is very, very advanced
I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware
How very, very Dinero I can get on a snare
Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared
[Chorus - Alec Benjamin:]
Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
I did everything for New York
[Verse 2 - Jon Bellion:]
Meet me in the red dress when the stakes side, that's porterhouse
She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that's Slaughterhouse
Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy, we ordered out
The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down
Wait, see all them lines is f*ck boy chat
Don't be so impressed by all that f*ck boy rap
This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that
See, my joy lies in the son and you should jump on that
She'll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one
But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one
I'm not judging, here in the middle like I'm Malcolm, son
Verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns
Bow down to no crown, these goobers out for the count
Cuz the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding face in the lounge
Sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd
With a thousand counting me out, but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blow
[Chorus - Alec Benjamin:]
Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
I did everything for New York
[Verse 3 - Jon Bellion:]
Let me give the kids just a little help
Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
Cause if it can stop the pain
How the f*ck did you explain the bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?
So you can take me off your winner's shelf
I got that fifth vision, I'm bringing help
I know the demons in the room gon' say it's more that I can chew
But now all I hear is the dinner bell
I need a family that loves me right
Don't need a chain, don't need a glove at night
I had a conversation with an angel
She told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party life
Dropped off in the land where the artists play
Where God's way is the hardest way
Told myself I'm keeping my faith
If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I'll give it all away
Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
I did everything for New York
[Verse 1 - Jon Bellion:]
New York or in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man
Kryie needed a king, I'm just making you understand
What I rustle up in the West, cause my reach is Kevin Duran
Records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand
A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan
Changing the f*cking spectrum, I need you to understand
Like I took the fall for some drugs, I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)
Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
So the minute you hear my single, just know that it's in my plan
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith
I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van
This game, boy, is very, very advanced
I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware
How very, very Dinero I can get on a snare
Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared
[Chorus - Alec Benjamin:]
Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
I did everything for New York
[Verse 2 - Jon Bellion:]
Meet me in the red dress when the stakes side, that's porterhouse
She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that's Slaughterhouse
Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy, we ordered out
The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down
Wait, see all them lines is f*ck boy chat
Don't be so impressed by all that f*ck boy rap
This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that
See, my joy lies in the son and you should jump on that
She'll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one
But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one
I'm not judging, here in the middle like I'm Malcolm, son
Verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns
Bow down to no crown, these goobers out for the count
Cuz the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding face in the lounge
Sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd
With a thousand counting me out, but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blow
[Chorus - Alec Benjamin:]
Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
I did everything for New York
[Verse 3 - Jon Bellion:]
Let me give the kids just a little help
Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
Cause if it can stop the pain
How the f*ck did you explain the bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?
So you can take me off your winner's shelf
I got that fifth vision, I'm bringing help
I know the demons in the room gon' say it's more that I can chew
But now all I hear is the dinner bell
I need a family that loves me right
Don't need a chain, don't need a glove at night
I had a conversation with an angel
She told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party life
Dropped off in the land where the artists play
Where God's way is the hardest way
Told myself I'm keeping my faith
If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I'll give it all away
Writer: MARK CARL STOLINKSKI WILLIAMS, JONATHAN DAVID BELLION, ALEX BENJAMIN, MYLON HAYDE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fashion
I hit 'em with the boots in July
Bitch, I don't need snow
I gotta go bigger, I gotta go bigger
Five thousand on a coat cause it's fly
No, I don't speak broke
Still, I gotta go bigger, f*ckin' go figure
There's an aching, there's a hole in my chest
It's amazing that the crown of a king doesn't change me
It's amazing
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Have I lost control? A voice says I might need my soul
But that's when I remember
That we all want, we all need fashion
Lost in it, livin' life through a phone
Now it's all I know
I gotta go bigger, I gotta go bigger
Yeah, five million dollar mans
It's a cure, stuck in high school mode
Still, I gotta go bigger, f*ckin' go figure
There's an aching, there's a hole in my chest
It's amazing that the crown of a king doesn't change me
It's amazing
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Have I lost control? A voice says I might need my soul
But that's when I remember
That we all want, we all need fashion
Might be gold, but that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, but that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, but that shit's still a...
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Have I lost control? A voice says I might need my soul
But that's when I remember
That we all want, we all need fashion
Might be gold, that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, might be gold
Bitch, I don't need snow
I gotta go bigger, I gotta go bigger
Five thousand on a coat cause it's fly
No, I don't speak broke
Still, I gotta go bigger, f*ckin' go figure
There's an aching, there's a hole in my chest
It's amazing that the crown of a king doesn't change me
It's amazing
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Have I lost control? A voice says I might need my soul
But that's when I remember
That we all want, we all need fashion
Lost in it, livin' life through a phone
Now it's all I know
I gotta go bigger, I gotta go bigger
Yeah, five million dollar mans
It's a cure, stuck in high school mode
Still, I gotta go bigger, f*ckin' go figure
There's an aching, there's a hole in my chest
It's amazing that the crown of a king doesn't change me
It's amazing
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Have I lost control? A voice says I might need my soul
But that's when I remember
That we all want, we all need fashion
Might be gold, but that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, but that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, but that shit's still a...
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Baby, that we all want, we all need fashion
Have I lost control? A voice says I might need my soul
But that's when I remember
That we all want, we all need fashion
Might be gold, that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, that shit's still a chain
Might be gold, might be gold
Writer: STEPHAN MOCCIO, JON BELLION
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Maybe IDK
I wonder why I get paranoid when I'm high
I wonder why I say yes to everyone in my life
I wonder why I can't run that fast in my dreams
I wonder why I feel short when I know my money's tall
I wonder why I miss everyone and I still don't call
I wonder why I can't run that fast in my dreams
Although I guess if I knew tomorrow
I guess I wouldn't need faith
I guess if I never fell, I guess I wouldn't need grace
I guess if I knew His plans, I guess He wouldn't be God
So maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
Maybe that's okay, maybe that's okay
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
I wonder why I feel emptiness and I sing these blues
I wonder why I feel hopelessness when I watch the news
I wonder why I can't find my voice in my dreams
I wonder why they say hate your brother and hide your gold
I wonder why we all fear the things that we might not know
I wonder why I can't find my voice in my dreams
Although I guess if I knew tomorrow
I guess I wouldn't need faith
I guess if I never fell, I guess I wouldn't need grace
I guess if I knew His plans, I guess He wouldn't be God
So maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
Maybe that's okay, maybe that's okay
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
All this shit, I can't explain
Is it by design or random fate, yeah
So maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
Maybe that's okay, maybe that's okay
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
I wonder why I say yes to everyone in my life
I wonder why I can't run that fast in my dreams
I wonder why I feel short when I know my money's tall
I wonder why I miss everyone and I still don't call
I wonder why I can't run that fast in my dreams
Although I guess if I knew tomorrow
I guess I wouldn't need faith
I guess if I never fell, I guess I wouldn't need grace
I guess if I knew His plans, I guess He wouldn't be God
So maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
Maybe that's okay, maybe that's okay
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
I wonder why I feel emptiness and I sing these blues
I wonder why I feel hopelessness when I watch the news
I wonder why I can't find my voice in my dreams
I wonder why they say hate your brother and hide your gold
I wonder why we all fear the things that we might not know
I wonder why I can't find my voice in my dreams
Although I guess if I knew tomorrow
I guess I wouldn't need faith
I guess if I never fell, I guess I wouldn't need grace
I guess if I knew His plans, I guess He wouldn't be God
So maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
Maybe that's okay, maybe that's okay
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
All this shit, I can't explain
Is it by design or random fate, yeah
So maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
Maybe that's okay, maybe that's okay
Maybe I don't know, maybe I don't know
But maybe that's okay
Writer: FRASIER SMITH, JONATHAN BELLION, MARK CARL STOLINKSKI WILLIAMS, MICHAEL JAMES RYAN BUSBEE, RAUL IGNACIO CUBINA
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Woke The F*ck Up
Take your clothes and rip 'em, rip 'em off
Call these hoes and tip 'em, tip 'em off
You can tell them you are mine
I'm sick of, sick of games
No more time, you lit the, lit the flame, yeah
We live in an age where everything is staged
Where all we do is fake our feelings
I've been scared to put myself so out there
Time is running out, yeah
Need to let you know that
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Take these walls and rip 'em, rip 'em down
Take my (uh) and zip 'em, zip 'em...
I will tell them I am yours and very, very proud
I am forced to give in, give in now
We live in an age where everything is staged
Where all we do is fake our feelings
I've been scared to put myself so out there
Time is running out, yeah
Need to let you know that
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
We live in an age where everything is staged
And all we do is fake our feelings
I'm so scared to put myself so out there
Time is running out, yeah
Need to let you know that
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Call these hoes and tip 'em, tip 'em off
You can tell them you are mine
I'm sick of, sick of games
No more time, you lit the, lit the flame, yeah
We live in an age where everything is staged
Where all we do is fake our feelings
I've been scared to put myself so out there
Time is running out, yeah
Need to let you know that
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Take these walls and rip 'em, rip 'em down
Take my (uh) and zip 'em, zip 'em...
I will tell them I am yours and very, very proud
I am forced to give in, give in now
We live in an age where everything is staged
Where all we do is fake our feelings
I've been scared to put myself so out there
Time is running out, yeah
Need to let you know that
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
We live in an age where everything is staged
And all we do is fake our feelings
I'm so scared to put myself so out there
Time is running out, yeah
Need to let you know that
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Last night I woke the f*ck up
I realized I need you here, as desperate as that sounds, yeah-eh
Writer: JON BELLION, MARK WILLIAMS, MYLON HAYDE, ROBIN TADROSS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Overwhelming
Yeah, I think I got one
Her soul is presidential like Barack, son
Yeah, she call me Goose, I call her Maverick cause of Top Gun
They say we annoying, they just jealous cause we got love
Yeah, I got a hot one
She don't want a problem if there's not one
People come around and start some stupid shit to start one
She give you the people's f*ckin' elbow like The Rock, son
There is a potion in your lips, so sweet, I'd die
There is an ocean in your hips, so deep, I'd dive
I hear an opus when we kiss that completes my life
Yeah, I think I got one
And every single little thing about her is so
Overwhelming
Everything about you is so overwhelming
When I think about you, it gets overwhelming
Cause everything about you is so overwhelming
Come over here and overwhelm me
Hey, do I impress you?
I really like the way you rock a sweatsuit
When you working out and I'm just watching how your legs move
They would think that you was, like, developed in a test tube
You deserve a theme song
You could be the shoulder that I lean on
Love it when you're late for work and try to slip your jeans on
You be bumping Chili Peppers all up in your Nissan
There is a potion in your lips, so sweet, I'd die
There is an ocean in your hips, so deep, I'd dive
I hear an opus when we kiss that completes my life
Yeah, I think I got one
And every single little thing about her is so
Overwhelming
Everything about you is so overwhelming
When I think about you, it gets overwhelming
Cause everything about you is so overwhelming
Come over here and overwhelm me
You write checks that my ass can't even cash
I bit a little more than I can chew
I bit a little more than I can chew
You write checks that my ass can't even cash
I bit a little more than I can chew
I bit a little more than I can chew
Cause everything about you is so
Overwhelming
Everything about you is so overwhelming
When I think about you, it gets overwhelming
Cause everything about you is so overwhelming
Come over here and overwhelm me
Her soul is presidential like Barack, son
Yeah, she call me Goose, I call her Maverick cause of Top Gun
They say we annoying, they just jealous cause we got love
Yeah, I got a hot one
She don't want a problem if there's not one
People come around and start some stupid shit to start one
She give you the people's f*ckin' elbow like The Rock, son
There is a potion in your lips, so sweet, I'd die
There is an ocean in your hips, so deep, I'd dive
I hear an opus when we kiss that completes my life
Yeah, I think I got one
And every single little thing about her is so
Overwhelming
Everything about you is so overwhelming
When I think about you, it gets overwhelming
Cause everything about you is so overwhelming
Come over here and overwhelm me
Hey, do I impress you?
I really like the way you rock a sweatsuit
When you working out and I'm just watching how your legs move
They would think that you was, like, developed in a test tube
You deserve a theme song
You could be the shoulder that I lean on
Love it when you're late for work and try to slip your jeans on
You be bumping Chili Peppers all up in your Nissan
There is a potion in your lips, so sweet, I'd die
There is an ocean in your hips, so deep, I'd dive
I hear an opus when we kiss that completes my life
Yeah, I think I got one
And every single little thing about her is so
Overwhelming
Everything about you is so overwhelming
When I think about you, it gets overwhelming
Cause everything about you is so overwhelming
Come over here and overwhelm me
You write checks that my ass can't even cash
I bit a little more than I can chew
I bit a little more than I can chew
You write checks that my ass can't even cash
I bit a little more than I can chew
I bit a little more than I can chew
Cause everything about you is so
Overwhelming
Everything about you is so overwhelming
When I think about you, it gets overwhelming
Cause everything about you is so overwhelming
Come over here and overwhelm me
Writer: JONATHAN BELLION, MARK WILLIAMS, RAUL CUBINA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Weight Of The World
We're six feet underground inside my bed
And all the little letters in my head
We're spelling suicide but not by choice
Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, no noise
Only the sound of my back breaking
But ever since you and your arms saved me
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
The only friend I had wore black and red
The darker instruments inside my head
We're playing suicide but not by choice, by choice
Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, no noise
Only the sound of my hands shaking
But ever since you and your arms saved me
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
Don't hold the weight of the world
I don't hold the weight, I don't hold the weight
[Blaque Keyz:]
This the flow that helped me tip the scale
I'm stackin' chips like Chippendale's without the strippin'
Get the bailiff out cause Mr. Bellion's out to sell
We skip the bail and out the jail
We hit the trail, the route we took is hard to smell it out
So get to sniffin', equipped with the gift of spit
like the lisp on a chicken plate and a flick mixed with Spiderman
I'm brighter than LEDs on your TV
Keyz is sharp as a dagger
Who walks around with a swagger of Kenny G
When you see me, chill with the chatter
Got the skill of a master craftsman whose passion is rappin'
Snackin' on actors, so pass me a napkin
Chip on the shoulder, the kid is colder than both Dakotas
The winter soldier, assassin coming after your captain
For honor and every day, I'm getting stronger
No one will shock the world, got a buzz like a mini Blanka
When they apply the pressure, it's heavier than E. Honda
Got what it takes to be great, but can't hold this weight any long
And all the little letters in my head
We're spelling suicide but not by choice
Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, no noise
Only the sound of my back breaking
But ever since you and your arms saved me
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
The only friend I had wore black and red
The darker instruments inside my head
We're playing suicide but not by choice, by choice
Was calling out for help, but heard no noise, no noise
Only the sound of my hands shaking
But ever since you and your arms saved me
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
I don't hold the weight of the world anymore
Don't hold the weight of the world
I don't hold the weight, I don't hold the weight
[Blaque Keyz:]
This the flow that helped me tip the scale
I'm stackin' chips like Chippendale's without the strippin'
Get the bailiff out cause Mr. Bellion's out to sell
We skip the bail and out the jail
We hit the trail, the route we took is hard to smell it out
So get to sniffin', equipped with the gift of spit
like the lisp on a chicken plate and a flick mixed with Spiderman
I'm brighter than LEDs on your TV
Keyz is sharp as a dagger
Who walks around with a swagger of Kenny G
When you see me, chill with the chatter
Got the skill of a master craftsman whose passion is rappin'
Snackin' on actors, so pass me a napkin
Chip on the shoulder, the kid is colder than both Dakotas
The winter soldier, assassin coming after your captain
For honor and every day, I'm getting stronger
No one will shock the world, got a buzz like a mini Blanka
When they apply the pressure, it's heavier than E. Honda
Got what it takes to be great, but can't hold this weight any long
Writer: Jonathan Bellion, Mark Williams, Chris DeStefano, Ramon Ibanga
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
The Good In Me
1, 2, 3 (Vocalizing)
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 (Vocalizing)
You know that he trusts you and I know that he loves you
But somehow you convinced me again
My foundation rumbles and all my morals crumble
My father's warnings run through my head
Your heart's a vine that I've bled trying to climb
Yeah, you're making a ruin of me
Try to survive, keep my spirit alive
But like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
Like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
Like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
One temptation sparked this
Now I can feel the darkness
It's my own fault but you had this planned
All of me, you take now, like criminals and shakedowns
Yeah, you make me forget who I am
Your heart's a vine that I've bled trying to climb
Yeah, you're making a ruin of me
Try to survive, keep my spirit alive
But like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
But like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me, hey
Like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
All of your good is mine
All of your good is mine
All of your good is mine
All of your good is mine
Like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me, hey
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 (Vocalizing)
You know that he trusts you and I know that he loves you
But somehow you convinced me again
My foundation rumbles and all my morals crumble
My father's warnings run through my head
Your heart's a vine that I've bled trying to climb
Yeah, you're making a ruin of me
Try to survive, keep my spirit alive
But like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
Like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
Like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
One temptation sparked this
Now I can feel the darkness
It's my own fault but you had this planned
All of me, you take now, like criminals and shakedowns
Yeah, you make me forget who I am
Your heart's a vine that I've bled trying to climb
Yeah, you're making a ruin of me
Try to survive, keep my spirit alive
But like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
But like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me, hey
Like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me
All of your good is mine
All of your good is mine
All of your good is mine
All of your good is mine
Like a knife in the woods
Yeah, you hunt down the good in me, hey
Writer: JON BELLION, KIMBERLY PERRY, MARK WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Morning In America
1600, 1600, 1600 on the SATs
Said they gettin', said they gettin'
Said they gettin' me an SUV
Just a couple miles from the lights of the city
Pour a little liquor in my Starbucks Venti
Just 11, just 11 when they said I had the ADD
I've been trying to keep up with all of these great expectations
So I keep on faking
We're secretly out of control, nobody knows it
But my mom's got a problem with oxy's and she's angry
Cause my dad's office door's always closed
But I stopped knocking
Yeah, we're secretly out of control and everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
At the locker, at the locker
At the locker selling time reliefs
Where's the party? Where's the party?
Where's the party? There's a house empty
Didn't learn a lesson, didn't use protection
Doesn't wanna keep the baby
Throwing up in the alley, in the alley
Older brother looking for me
We're secretly out of control, nobody knows it
But my mom's got a problem with oxy's and she's angry
Cause my dad's office door's always closed
But I stopped knocking
Cause there's some things I don't wanna know
We're secretly out of control, nobody says it
When the class president overdosed, we all pretended
It was real, it was shocking and all the town was talking
Yeah, we're secretly out of control and everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
And everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
No, no—No, no
We're secretly out of control, nobody knows me
And my friends all addicted to porn, can't keep a girlfriend
Cause the great expectations got all us imitating
Yeah, we're secretly out of control and everyone knows
We're secretly out of control, nobody knows it
But my mom's got a problem with oxy's and she's angry
Cause my dad's office door's always closed
But I stopped knocking
Cause there's some things I don't wanna know
We're secretly out of control, nobody says it
When the class president overdosed, we all pretended
It was real, it was shocking and all the town was talking
Yeah, we're secretly out of control and everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
And everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
And everyone knows
Said they gettin', said they gettin'
Said they gettin' me an SUV
Just a couple miles from the lights of the city
Pour a little liquor in my Starbucks Venti
Just 11, just 11 when they said I had the ADD
I've been trying to keep up with all of these great expectations
So I keep on faking
We're secretly out of control, nobody knows it
But my mom's got a problem with oxy's and she's angry
Cause my dad's office door's always closed
But I stopped knocking
Yeah, we're secretly out of control and everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
At the locker, at the locker
At the locker selling time reliefs
Where's the party? Where's the party?
Where's the party? There's a house empty
Didn't learn a lesson, didn't use protection
Doesn't wanna keep the baby
Throwing up in the alley, in the alley
Older brother looking for me
We're secretly out of control, nobody knows it
But my mom's got a problem with oxy's and she's angry
Cause my dad's office door's always closed
But I stopped knocking
Cause there's some things I don't wanna know
We're secretly out of control, nobody says it
When the class president overdosed, we all pretended
It was real, it was shocking and all the town was talking
Yeah, we're secretly out of control and everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
And everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
No, no—No, no
We're secretly out of control, nobody knows me
And my friends all addicted to porn, can't keep a girlfriend
Cause the great expectations got all us imitating
Yeah, we're secretly out of control and everyone knows
We're secretly out of control, nobody knows it
But my mom's got a problem with oxy's and she's angry
Cause my dad's office door's always closed
But I stopped knocking
Cause there's some things I don't wanna know
We're secretly out of control, nobody says it
When the class president overdosed, we all pretended
It was real, it was shocking and all the town was talking
Yeah, we're secretly out of control and everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
And everyone knows
Oh, it's morning in America
Oh, it's morning in America
And everyone knows
Writer: JONATHAN BELLION, SEAN DOUGLAS, JASON EVIGAN, IAN KIRKPATRICK, SAMUEL MARTIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
iRobot
I was a human, breathing and thinking
Eating and drinking, philosophizing
I was a human, before you killed me
And ripped my heart out, I knew what love was
Now when they ask me, I just reply slow
And sound like an iPhone
I do not know love, I am a robot
(Ba ba ba ba bam bada bum)
I do not know love, I am a robot
(Ba ba ba ba bam bada bum)
I used to know love
Cause I had a fire, passion and desire
Now all I require are circuits and wires
Inside was an ocean of soul and emotion
Then you cut me open, now all that I know is
I am a robot, thoughtless and empty
Don't know who sent me, don't know who made me
Electric robot, everything's gray now
Numb to the pain now, I knew what love was
Now when they ask me, I just reply slow
And sound like an iPhone
I do not know love, I am a robot
(Ba ba ba ba bam bada bum)
I do not know love, I am a robot
(Ba ba ba ba bam bada bum)
I used to know love
Cause I had a fire, passion and desire
Now all I require are circuits and wires
Inside was an ocean of soul and emotion
Then you cut me open, now all that I know is
I am a robot
I am a robot
I used to know love
Cause I had a fire, passion and desire
Now all I require are circuits and wires
Inside was an ocean of soul and emotion
Then you cut me open, now all that I know is
I am a robot
Eating and drinking, philosophizing
I was a human, before you killed me
And ripped my heart out, I knew what love was
Now when they ask me, I just reply slow
And sound like an iPhone
I do not know love, I am a robot
(Ba ba ba ba bam bada bum)
I do not know love, I am a robot
(Ba ba ba ba bam bada bum)
I used to know love
Cause I had a fire, passion and desire
Now all I require are circuits and wires
Inside was an ocean of soul and emotion
Then you cut me open, now all that I know is
I am a robot, thoughtless and empty
Don't know who sent me, don't know who made me
Electric robot, everything's gray now
Numb to the pain now, I knew what love was
Now when they ask me, I just reply slow
And sound like an iPhone
I do not know love, I am a robot
(Ba ba ba ba bam bada bum)
I do not know love, I am a robot
(Ba ba ba ba bam bada bum)
I used to know love
Cause I had a fire, passion and desire
Now all I require are circuits and wires
Inside was an ocean of soul and emotion
Then you cut me open, now all that I know is
I am a robot
I am a robot
I used to know love
Cause I had a fire, passion and desire
Now all I require are circuits and wires
Inside was an ocean of soul and emotion
Then you cut me open, now all that I know is
I am a robot
Writer: JONATHAN BELLION, MARK WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Guillotine
[Verse 1 - Jon Bellion:]
Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe
I will stay so the lantern in your heart won't fade
[Chorus 1 - Jon Bellion:]
The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave
There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway
And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed
I know that you love me, love me
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
[Verse 2 - Jon Bellion:]
Kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of your heart and hips
I will pray so the castle that we've built won't cave
[Chorus 1 - Jon Bellion:]
The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave
There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway
And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed
I know that you love me, love me
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
[Bridge - Jon Bellion & Travis Mendes:]
You fill me up, you fill me up
You set my soul ablaze
You fill me up, you fill me up
Your love is so amazing
You fill me up, you fill me up
You set my soul ablaze
You fill me up even when I lose my head
[Chorus 2 - Travis Mendes:]
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
[Outro - Jon Bellion & Travis Mendes:]
You fill me up, you fill me up
You set my soul ablaze
You fill me up, you fill me up
Your love is so amazing
You fill me up, you fill me up
You set my soul ablaze
You fill me up even when I lose my head
Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe
I will stay so the lantern in your heart won't fade
[Chorus 1 - Jon Bellion:]
The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave
There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway
And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed
I know that you love me, love me
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
[Verse 2 - Jon Bellion:]
Kiss my lips, feel the rhythm of your heart and hips
I will pray so the castle that we've built won't cave
[Chorus 1 - Jon Bellion:]
The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave
There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway
And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed
I know that you love me, love me
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
[Bridge - Jon Bellion & Travis Mendes:]
You fill me up, you fill me up
You set my soul ablaze
You fill me up, you fill me up
Your love is so amazing
You fill me up, you fill me up
You set my soul ablaze
You fill me up even when I lose my head
[Chorus 2 - Travis Mendes:]
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
[Outro - Jon Bellion & Travis Mendes:]
You fill me up, you fill me up
You set my soul ablaze
You fill me up, you fill me up
Your love is so amazing
You fill me up, you fill me up
You set my soul ablaze
You fill me up even when I lose my head
Writer: Jonathan Bellion, Mark Carl Stolinkski Williams, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Travis Franklyn Mendes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hand Of God (Outro)
My head spins, I've been sipping
I've been sipping, I've been sipping lately
All my sins, I've been tripping, I've been tripping, my God
Brand new life, I've been looking
I've been looking, I've been looking lately
All these nights, they've been cooking
They've been cooking me raw
I am just a man, I am just a man
Who lusts, gives, tries
Sometimes I lose my way
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Angry at all the things, angry at all the things I can't change
When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe
Don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Break it down
Your whole life's in the hand of
Your whole life's in the hand of God
My ex girl, I've been seeing, I've been seeing
I've been seeing lately
She's got hope that we're getting back together, my God
I just know that I'm horny and I'm lonely, just admit it's crazy
She just holds on to something that she knows is long gone
Damn
I am just a man, I am just a man
Who lusts, gives, tries
Sometimes I lose my way
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Angry at all the things, angry at all the things I can't change
When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe
Don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Break it down
Your whole life's in the hand of
Your whole life's in the hand of God
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Angry at all the things, angry at all the things I can't change
When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe
Don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Nothing has changed, he is the same
"Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Nothing has changed, he is the same
"Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Bum be-dum, bum bum badum, bum be-dum, bum bum badum
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Bum be-dum, bum bum badum, bum be-dum, bum bum badum
Your whole life's in the hand of God
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Angry at all the things, angry at all the things I can't change
When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe
Don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Overwhelming
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Overwhelming
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is fine
Bum be-dum, bum bum badum, bum be-dum, bum bum badum
Bum be-dum, bum bum badum
I did everything for New York
I've been sipping, I've been sipping lately
All my sins, I've been tripping, I've been tripping, my God
Brand new life, I've been looking
I've been looking, I've been looking lately
All these nights, they've been cooking
They've been cooking me raw
I am just a man, I am just a man
Who lusts, gives, tries
Sometimes I lose my way
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Angry at all the things, angry at all the things I can't change
When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe
Don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Break it down
Your whole life's in the hand of
Your whole life's in the hand of God
My ex girl, I've been seeing, I've been seeing
I've been seeing lately
She's got hope that we're getting back together, my God
I just know that I'm horny and I'm lonely, just admit it's crazy
She just holds on to something that she knows is long gone
Damn
I am just a man, I am just a man
Who lusts, gives, tries
Sometimes I lose my way
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Angry at all the things, angry at all the things I can't change
When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe
Don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Break it down
Your whole life's in the hand of
Your whole life's in the hand of God
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Angry at all the things, angry at all the things I can't change
When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe
Don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Nothing has changed, he is the same
"Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Nothing has changed, he is the same
"Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Bum be-dum, bum bum badum, bum be-dum, bum bum badum
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Bum be-dum, bum bum badum, bum be-dum, bum bum badum
Your whole life's in the hand of God
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Angry at all the things, angry at all the things I can't change
When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe
Don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the hand of God"
Tears at a funeral, tears at a funeral, I might break
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in my back seat and let my best friend drive
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Overwhelming
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Overwhelming
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is fine
Bum be-dum, bum bum badum, bum be-dum, bum bum badum
Bum be-dum, bum bum badum
I did everything for New York
Writer: Daniel Heath, Jonathan Bellion, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Raul Ignacio Cubina
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
The Human Condition is the debut studio album by American singer-songwriter Jon Bellion. The album was released on June 10, 2016, through Visionary Music Group and Capitol Records.
It was supported by four promotional singles: "Guillotine", "All Time Low", "80's Films", and "Maybe IDK". "All Time Low" was later announced as the lead single from the album and was released on May 13, 2016. Bellion released early versions of "All Time Low" and "Woke the Fuck Up" in 2015 along with the song "Woodstock (Psychedelic Fiction)", which was not featured on the record. "Overwhelming" was released as a single on April 25, 2017.
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Jon BellionIt was supported by four promotional singles: "Guillotine", "All Time Low", "80's Films", and "Maybe IDK". "All Time Low" was later announced as the lead single from the album and was released on May 13, 2016. Bellion released early versions of "All Time Low" and "Woke the Fuck Up" in 2015 along with the song "Woodstock (Psychedelic Fiction)", which was not featured on the record. "Overwhelming" was released as a single on April 25, 2017.
Genre(s): Pop, R&B, hip hop
Length: 55:11
Released: June 10th, 2016
Year: 2016