You Gotta Know

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