Gotta Be

Текст песни The James Arthur Band - Gotta Be

Gotta Be LyricsI'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
Remeber 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
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

Oh and they realize
Her eyes will shine so bright
And my eyes woulda shine like the stars

Uh, and my uproarious arrival
Push the noise to the scene
This inglorious desire would be left out on me
So I'll be open the rise
And open closed minds, hook lines
I'll make em edible
You gobble it down
Like it's the only thing that's floating
Hold on or drown
Words can grant your relief
I tell it bitter and sweet
So you can twist out the seats
And put the demons 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
Yeah
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
When I'm drunk let me think I'm hot
I'm throwing punches through these blurry eyes
And I'm bleeding

Ohhh 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