You Gotta Know - Ian Moore

Looking out on the city streets

With the furry kids and electric beats

How did I get to this place?

With feelings from a T.V. show

And the conversations are way too slow

Send me a message instead

You gotta know my name

You gotta know my name

You gotta know my name now, child

You gotta know my name

Brooklyn’s got a brand new feelin'

With the Indian paint and the native earrings

Went out and got them some soul

Pitchfork kids to wear short pants

With the money blush of a new romance

Designer drugs made them whole

You gotta know my name

You gotta know my name

You gotta know my name now, child

You gotta know my name

Silvery spoons fill the senses with pictures you’ll never know

Whoo-hoo

Glittering words, no expenses, too heavy, just let it go

Whoa no

Go

Mercy

(Lala, lala, lala, lala, lalalalaaa)

(Lala, lala, lala, lala, lalalalaaa)

You gotta know my name

You gotta know my name

You gotta know my name now, child

You gotta know my name

You gotta know my name, yeah

You gotta know my name

You gotta know my name now, child

You gotta know my name