If You Gotta Do Songtext

von Angelo Kelly

Hey you, writing 'bout me,
And you, writing 'bout him,
Go ahead with your pencil,
Try to take your stand
But you will never listen,
Never understand the things I do
The things I do.

You say:
"Hey, this is my job,
I gotta write,
I gotta type it all out,
I gotta put you in a box,
Gotta call it a style,
From one to five stars we'll see how lucky you are,
I'm in control,
I'm in control."

If you gotta do
What you gotta do go ahead and do.
If you gotta do
What you gotta do go ahead and do.
So, if you gotta do
What you gotta do go ahead and do.
If you gotta do
What you gotta do go ahead and do.

What is true,
Well I guess you don't care,
What is right,
And how how much should we have to bare,
Don't you worry 'bout me 'cause I understand,
You're just doing what you're told for the money man,
You've got no choice,
You've got no choise.

You sell lies,
Because that's what you're good at,
Destroy lives,
You're like a blood thirsty rat,
You probably started off fine and only wanted to write,
About all types of stories as long as they were right,
You've had your chance,
You've had your chance.

If you gotta do
What you gotta do go ahead and do.
If you gotta do
What you gotta do go ahead and do.
So, if you gotta do
What you gotta do go ahead and do.
If you gotta do
What you gotta do go ahead and do.

If you gotta do
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