I'm on a five mile an hour road to hellI'll probably get bored and fucking end myselfI'm on a new time for mindsetFuck the world, better yet don'tDon't cum yetWhenever she's a bitch blow your load in her eyelidsLike I didShe's got oceans full of notionsI'll be droppin the sky on her headAnd the things she's everywhere, everywhereCome and help me dearCome and help me dearOh cause I'm bleedingOhh there's gotta beGotta be moreThere's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be, gotta be moreOh there's got to be, got to be moreSo I'm on a highwayCause it was there in her faceShe wasn't jokingI was taking the pissFuck can I date youEat thisGot my pants round my anklesWhy don't give it a kissI won't ever conformOr sign formsFor big shotsWith fake tonguesThey'll find death by firearmsFor fucking with my musicYou know, they think we're stupidSign him up, sign him upGive him translucentI'm rather die please sirAnd see the him of meLife's a beautiful fuck offOf course she chose meNah, NahYeahNo, I wasn't getting lazyShe was suffocating meAnd I'm bleedingOhh, ohhOh there's gotta be, gotta be moreThere's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be, gotta be moreOh there's gotta be, gotta be moreYeahOhh and leave me and riseMy eyes will shine so brightMy eyes would a shined like the starsUhh, am I a body of survivalPut some ice at the sceneListen glorious decided it would be left on meSo I would be open the riseAnd open close mindsAnd hope linesI make em edibleYou gobble it downLike it's the only thing that slowly to hold on a drownI will do what you believeI tell em bitter and sweetSo you can cuse out the scenesand put the beamers to sleepThis is closureExposure of the bad things brought to lifeSo you can face and spit em outAnd maybe sleep tonightSoak it upLift the shirt off your backStay in the music till you're dead on your backGet up fastAnd attackAnd attackAnd attackAnd attackI'm passive, they're ecstaticAnd it's makin me sickI swim in greaseFilling drinks on another prickAnd I've triedBut it's too hardSo don't' tell meTo be calmI'm dishing subtle blows with this quick witI'm quick whipYeah get your nose outta my businessYeahWhen I'm drunk let me think I'm hardI'm throwing punches through these blurry eyesAnd I'm bleedingThere's gotta be, gotta be moreThere's gotta be, gotta be, gotta be, gotta be moreOh there's gotta be, gotta be moreThere's gotta be, gotta beThere's gotta be, gotta beOh there's got to be, there's got to be, there's got to be more(Music By James Arthur Band)
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