Gotta Be Lyrics & Chords By The James Arthur Band

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.
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 bleedin.
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, 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.
Oh and they realize
Her eyes will shine so bright
And my eyes woulda shined 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.
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.
Ohh, ohh.
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.