GOTTA LEAVE

Written by: Peyton McMahon, Caleb Dee
Produced by: Caleb Dee
Mastered by: Théo Quayle

Lyrics:
Another stormed out summer Tuesday
Par the course for Baton Rouge and
Here's the rain to cancel all my plans again

So I'll close the blinds and pretend
I'm up high somewhere in Brooklyn
City lights and storied lives down underneath

How long does make believe
Give me some kind of peace?

Til I gotta leave
These over trodden streets
They're tethered into me
But never set me free

Til I gotta go
This place I call home
It's all I've ever known
But grown a little old

Don't get me wrong I love this place it's
Where I'm born and bred and raised but
Oh these days I'm feeling more than just the heat

Yeah I love running round the lakes in fall
And tailgating for football games
But now I see I'm stuck here on repeat

It's all collecting dust
Cages covered in rust

So I gotta leave
These over trodden streets
They're tethered into me
But never set me free

So I gotta go
From the place I call home
It's all I've ever known
But grown a little old

Maybe one day I will make it back in town
I'll finally be on solid ground
I'll see the forest for the trees
But if I never leave, I'll never really know
Just how much more my soul could grow
And how the story should be told

So I gotta leave
These over trodden streets
They're tethered into me
But never set me free

So I gotta go
From the place I call home
It's all I've ever known
But grown a little old

Gotta Leave

Peyton McMahon