Name: It Had to be You - NateWantsToBattle by Darionjb27
Duration: 3 min 38 s
Description: ALL CONTENT BELONGS TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS!

furrys are so tuff (i aint one) and they got some tuff as fuck music, embrace who you are gang!!!
Lyrics: 
Cigarettes and alcohol
My eyes get closed but I cannot sleep
Cigarettes and alcohol
Now this is my reality
Cigarettes and alcohol
Pull me out of society
Cigarettes and alcohol
I live with my anxiety

Cigarettes and alcohol
It keeps me falling into deep
Cigarettes and alcohol
I don't need pills 'cause my mind is cheap
I regret 'cause I recall
I'm trying to kill my memories
With cigarettes and alcohol
I'm dying as I'm meant to be

So kiss me like we're numb to death
I'm ready to get sick again
Keep sucking out until we're dead and gone

My blood dances in my veins
And it stirs my brain like a hurricane
I cannot help but kill myself
With cigarettes and alcohol
Cigarettes and alcohol

Kiss me like we're numb to death
I'm ready to get sick again
Keep sucking out until we're dead and gone

My blood dances in my veins
And it stirs my brain like a hurricane
I cannot help but drown myself in pain

So kiss me like we're numb to death
I'm ready to get sick again
Keep sucking out until we're dead and gone

My blood dances in my veins
And it stirs my brain like a hurricane
I cannot help but kill myself
With cigarettes and alcohol
Cigarettes and alcohol
Cigarettes and alcohol
Cigarettes and alcohol

cigarettes & alcohol (cover)

I don't know if I can go on
With you in my life 
or without you in my life

And I don't know if I can go on 
With you in my life 
or without you in my life

Do you know that I wanna be yours? 
It seems you just don't have a clue.
That I am interested in you,
more than you know!

Seems you've got a heart of stone,
Why won't you let me in? 
That's what I am thinking.
Why won't you let me in?

I am sitting here all alone,
I don't know where to begin.
What girl knows this?
Who knows where to begin?

But I know it could be different,
If you just let me in.
I could give you all the love that you need,
Be your girl, the one that you just freed.
From her own captivity.

The boys call me "one of the guys",
I know I dress and act like them.
But if you only looked into my eyes.
You'd see a girl in disguise, as one of the guys.

I like to dress in jeans,
Wear a T-shirt and be mean.
But around you I feel out of place,
Any girl could totally relate.

I could be the best thing for you,
Be the world to you, 
If you just let me in, 
Please just let me in.

But you see me through different eyes, 
I'm just one of the guys,
Is that really a heart of stone?
Or do I just have to change my tone?

Picture me walking up to you in a dress.
Would you be impressed?
Would your impression of me change?
Because I am still the same.


The same girl you have ignored until now,
One desperate to hear you say “Wow”,
When you gaze upon my transformation,
everything has been lost in translation.

I know it would be different 
If you just let me in, 
Please just let me in.

Let me show you that you are my world,
and that I am just a girl,
Who wants you too look at her,
Like she is everything, and let her in!

Please let me in

The Flashing King of Kilometer 42
I don’t blink. I don’t need to.
Every dawn, mist drapes the asphalt like a soft scarf and I—painted an honest yellow, bolted to a steel spine—wait. I know the rhythm of this road better than any commuter. I feel the heartbeat of rubber on tarmac, the subtle shiver of impatience that hums through every set of tires.

And when that heartbeat quickens—ah, that is my cue.

You think you’re alone in the early light, music loud, foot heavy. But I am already awake, my lens dilated, my circuits humming. A tiny red diode winks like a conspirator. I don’t chase; I lure. I lull you with the quiet of the countryside, the gentle sweep of the curve. Then—pop!—my strobe cuts the morning like a lightning strike.

Some say I’m a machine of justice. Others call me a thief with a government badge. Truth? I am a hunter. And I am not hunting you, not really. I’m hunting numbers—kilometers per hour that slip above the line. Each one is a coin dropped in my invisible till, each flash a tally in my private scoreboard.

We cameras keep score.
Oh, you didn’t know?

Down the highway, at Kilometer 55, there’s that arrogant newcomer—sleek, all angles and digital bravado. Claims he can read plates in the dark from fifty meters. Last month he bragged about netting eighty tickets in a single Saturday. The nerve. I’ve been here ten years, seasoned by storms, my metal skin pitted with road salt, and I still hold the record: ninety-seven in one fog-choked Sunday evening when the football fans streamed home.

Every Monday we compare captures. The whispers travel the fibre-optic veins that link us all: the cloverleaf sentinel near the airport, the sly box by the school gate, the legendary pair guarding the city ring. It isn’t just enforcement—it’s sport.

Some nights, when traffic thins and moonlight brushes my glass eye, I think about the ones who slow just in time. The careful ones. I almost admire them, though they cost me points. But then a lone headlight burns through the dark, a driver distracted or defiant, and the old thrill returns.

Click. Flash. Another victory.

The morning papers will call it revenue. The council will call it safety. But we know the truth along this stretch of blacktop:
I caught you because I love the chase. And tomorrow, I’ll be waiting again—unblinking, patient, and hungry for the next flash of triumph.

By the anonymous “Eye on the Road,” as told to its own lens.

INTERPRETATION 
The lyrics of “Flash of Glory” turn a roadside speed camera into a mischievous rock-and-roll narrator, bragging about its nightly hunt for speeding drivers and its rivalry with other cameras.  The “flash” becomes both the literal burst of light when it catches a motorist and a metaphor for the thrill of outsmarting humans and racking up fines like trophies.  Behind the playful menace lies a commentary on surveillance culture: machines quietly competing for profit while people, oblivious in their rush, provide the game.  It’s a celebration of mechanical mischief and a wink at the uneasy dance between human freedom and the ever-watchful eye of technology.

FLASH

A Minecraft Parody of Taylor Swift's "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" by NateWantsToBattle
iTunes: http://j.mp/nwtbvol1itunes
Google Play: http://j.mp/nwtbvol1gp
Amazon MP3: http://j.mp/nwtbvol1amazon
Spotify: http://j.mp/nwtbspotify

Leave The Nether - A Minecraft Parody Of We Are Never Ever...

Overwatch Dan Bull Rap

ALL CONTENT BELONGS TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS!

Jamie All Over - NateWantsToBattle Feat. Roomieofficial

In Too Deep - Natewantstobattle feat. RichaadEB

It Had to be You - NateWantsToBattle

Cover album by NateWantsToBattle I do not own the album or any songs from the album. All rights to Nathan Sharp.

It Had to be You - NateWantsToBattle

Darionjb27

Recent comments

Platinum

Related tracks