Cutcha Loose - Dave Fields

I might have to go and cutcha loose

I might have to go and cutcha loose

I might have to cutcha (x8) loose

Man I might have to go and just cutcha loose

I might have to go and just cutcha loose

Might have to cutcha (x8) loose

Man I might have to go and cutcha loose

You went and did things with no excuse

You might have just gone and tied your own noose

I might have to go out and cutcha loose

I might have to hit 'em with something new

The truth is a word I need living proof

I might have to cutcha (x8) loose (Uh, uh)

Drinkin' wine for a good time

Can’t-do-what-I-really-wish-I-could time

I’m still tryna ride a new wave

In a city that’s committed to an old one

I’ve been trying to keep it pushing

But I set myself back a bit by moving to an old haunt

Still think about you often

But I can’t change that you’ve gone out and found yourself a fresh start

Fresh out the oven with the shit

I ain’t been poppin' I’ve been struggling with the shit

Come home late think I should have stayed in

Same thing next night, FONTANE in the mix

I can’t break my streak

Sittin' here trying to count the days that it’s been

I gave up at 26

Tried to catch a break

I gave up after a miss

And a miss, and a miss, and a miss, and a miss

What’s next?

Try to keep it cool and relaxed

Baby, FONTANE don’t stress

He keep the ball rolling

When my insides turning

And my heart stay burning

He can put it all to rest (rest, rest)

Rest In Peace to the old me

I don’t care if I’m lonely

I don’t care what you told me

I don’t care if I’m the only

One who really even knows me (Uh)

I might have to go and cutcha loose

I might have to go and cutcha loose

I might have to cutcha (x8) loose

Man I might have to go and just cutcha loose

I might have to go and just cutcha loose

Might have to cutcha (x8) loose

Man I might have to go and cutcha loose

You went and did things with no excuse

You might have just gone and tied your own noose

I might have to go out and cutcha loose

I might have to hit 'em with something new

The truth is a word I need living proof

I might have to cutcha (x8) loose (Uh, uh)

Man you start to feel the pressure

Start to wonder if it’s worth all the effort

Write a song then I start to second guess it

Guess it’s second nature when you’re dealing with depression (Uh)

«Why not relax and just focus on new things?»

«Why not be happy and go out and do things?»

Why not just back up and let me recoup things?

I don’t recall ever asking what you think

And don’t you think (and don’t you think)

That I shouldn’t even need to?

I started this while you were down for the count

I’m the X-Ray you know I’m gonna see it through (Uh)

So back up, back up

'Cause I know that I wouldn’t put it past us

But you had your chance and you blew it

So now I’m here to pull the slack up

It’s FONTANE, learn the name

I spark a verse, like a flint, and light the flame

I’m Re-Born to the West, I’m John Wayne

Used to be Eastward, like Clint, but things change

You still feel it when it hurts, but that’s pain

Rather feel it then assert and not blame

But if you don’t got the worth to go change

Then you shouldn’t be the first to complain

I might have to go and cutcha loose

I might have to go and cutcha loose

I might have to cutcha (x8) loose

Man I might have to go and just cutcha loose

I might have to go and just cutcha loose

Might have to cutcha (x8) loose

Man I might have to go and cutcha loose

You went and did things with no excuse

You might have just gone and tied your own noose

I might have to go out and cutcha loose

I might have to hit 'em with something new

The truth is a word I need living proof

I might have to cutcha (x8) loose (Uh, uh)

(Might have to go and…) Repeated