Letra da Música Gotta Be de James Arthur

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)