Gotta Be

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.