Jon Bellion
Something’s Gotta Give
[Intro]
Something's gotta give, man, come on

[Chorus]
Something's gotta give like
Something's gotta give like, like, like
Like something's gotta give like (Say it again, say it again, say it again)
Something's gotta give like, like, like
Like something's gotta give like
Something's gotta give like, like, Like
Like something's gotta give like (Say it again, say it again, say it again)
And the crowd goes (oh)
And the crowd goes (oh)(Say it again, say it again, say it again)
And the crowd goes (oh)

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, It's so sad that, It's so sad that, my, uh
My introduction is vital, people know my songs, but I'm namеlss on their iPods
Hey, yeah. I'm Jon, hopе that you know now, almost have a mixtape and my mom's so proud
Aw, man, I really shouldn'ta said that. Way too honest and a tad bit too wack
Smile in your car if you secretly felt that, ch-ch-chill and tilt your head back
(chill and tilt your head back)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm sittin' tryna find a way
How I can find better days
I'm sittin on a [?] Lookin up at the stars like
Yeah, I'm sittin' tryna find a way
How I can find better days
I'm sittin on a [?] Lookin up at the stars like
[Chorus]
Something's gotta give like
Something's gotta give like, like, like
Like something's gotta give like (Say it again, say it again, say it again)
Something's gotta give like, like, like
Like something's gotta give like
Something's gotta give like, like, Like
Like something's gotta give like (Say it again, say it again, say it again)
And the crowd goes (oh)
And the crowd goes (oh)(Say it again, say it again, say it again)
And the crowd goes (oh)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, let's go, yeah
I feel like I'm tied up by each limb
Arms look constricted, and legs tied in
If people tryna pull me in different directions
Because they tell me to rap, then I should definitely sing, what?
I'm so lonely in musical zones, imma call myself and vibe out on the phone
Every things the same, man, like a tacket of clones
And I'm the weird guy sittin' in the movies alone
But people grab your popcorn, I spit it like a movie
But I guess it's just a hot song, they don't give me respect
'Cause they listen with their eyeballs
I've been throwin' low curves but they're swingin' high balls
Fly on the wall as me, tall and skinny, music junkie
And I'm the one in the back vibin' out to Mr. West and Kid Cudi
Envisioning rockin' stages set up for me, it's like that
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm sittin' tryna find a way (find a way)
How I can find better days (find better days)
I'm sittin on a [?] Lookin up at the stars like ([?] like, like, like)
Yeah, I'm sittin' tryna find a way (find a way)
How I can find better days (find better days)
I'm sittin on a [?] Lookin up at the stars like ([?] I'm lookin up at the stars like)

[Chorus]
Something's gotta give like
Something's gotta give like, like, like
Like something's gotta give like (Say it again, say it again, say it again)
Something's gotta give like, like, like
Like something's gotta give like
Something's gotta give like, like, Like
Like something's gotta give like (Say it again, say it again, say it again)
And the crowd goes (oh)
And the crowd goes (oh)(Say it again, say it again, say it again) (Big ups to Jae Faive, killin' it like we usually do.)
And the crowd goes (oh) (So lovely, so lovely, Jon Bellion, remember the name)