I'm on a five mile an hour road to hell I'll probably get bored and fucking end myself
I'm on a new time for mindset Fuck the world, better yet don't
Don't cum yet
Whenever she's a bitch blow your load in her eyelids Like I did
She's got oceans full of notions I'll be droppin the sky on her head And the things she's everywhere, everywhere
Come and help me dear Come and help me dear
Oh cause I'm bleeding
Ohh there's gotta be Gotta be more
There's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be, gotta be more Oh there's got to be, got to be more
So I'm on a highway Cause it was there in her face She wasn't joking I was taking the piss
Fuck can I date you Eat this
Got my pants round my ankles Why don't give it a kiss
I won't ever conform Or sign forms For big shots With fake tongues They'll find death by firearms
For fucking with my music You know, they think we're stupid
Sign him up, sign him up Give him translucent
I'm rather die please sir And see the him of me
Life's a beautiful fuck off Of course she chose me
Nah, Nah Yeah
No, I wasn't getting lazy She was suffocating me
And I'm bleeding Ohh, ohh
Oh there's gotta be, gotta be more
There's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be, gotta be more Oh there's gotta be, gotta be more
Yeah
Ohh and leave me and rise My eyes will shine so bright My eyes would a shined like the stars
Uhh, am I a body of survival Put some ice at the scene
Listen glorious decided it would be left on me So I would be open the rise And open close minds And hope lines
I make em edible You gobble it down Like it's the only thing that slowly to hold on a drown
I will do what you believe I tell em bitter and sweet
So you can cuse out the scenes and put the beamers to sleep
This is closure Exposure of the bad things brought to life
So you can face and spit em out And maybe sleep tonight
Soak it up Lift the shirt off your back
Stay in the music till you're dead on your back Get up fast
And attack And attack And attack And attack
I'm passive, they're ecstatic And it's makin me sick
I swim in grease Filling drinks on another prick
And I've tried But it's too hard So don't' tell me To be calm
I'm dishing subtle blows with this quick wit I'm quick whip
Yeah get your nose outta my business Yeah
When I'm drunk let me think I'm hard I'm throwing punches through these blurry eyes
And I'm bleeding
There's gotta be, gotta be more There's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be, gotta be more Oh there's gotta be, gotta be more
There's gotta be, gotta be There's gotta be, gotta be
Oh there's got to be, there's got to be, there's got to be more
(Music By James Arthur Band)
Compositores: Doney Richard, James Andrew Arthur (James Arthur) (PRS), Smalls Chris, Swain Jordan, Taylor JezEditor: Sentric Music Publishing (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #18827692 em 17/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM