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james arthur - fire in the booth lyrics

[verse 1]
you saved my life and i guess i always knew you would
even when i wasn’t me, still you understood
even when i wouldn’t change, you believed i could
you still love me, even though i was sc-m
i’m still breathing though i know i could be long gone
you’re still here so i’m calling this your song
no fear, i know i finally found the one
i can’t believe i stalled re-union you are a lum
from day one, you say that thin shredded good in me
it’s frustrating, now i know you had to grit your t–th
no shift in blame but that other sh-t was blinding me
baby you did such a h-ll of a job, findin’ me
i spent an immature year while you prayed for me
now your prayers have been answered, stay with me
everybody knows you’re way too good for me
but no-one else sees me like you see me
i’m jealous, i’m zealous
i’m aggressive, i’m possessive
i get it, i get it, i get it
call medics
pandemics erupting in conjunction with my function the constructure it is
i officially are deficient
the fact that your dismissive and p-ssive and complicated with it
is the reason why my patience occasionally sees it’s limits
i close the door, build a zoot
distract the anger
i wanna fight the alternative is important ganja
medicinal purposes are the taste of the purple
i just wanna go home [?]
cause these people drive me cray cray
saying sh-t like cray cray
and i cray cray
call em [?] tell ’em chelsea smiles till the sun dies
slap [?] till he’s not so smart
encourage t–ters [?]
with the stiletto [?]
to see gepetto, get his strings crossed and f-ckin’ rocked
i’m in a chauffered benz
look what the [?] pends
is chip rappin’
a bird shat in his cheap fashion
you get cheated on more times than [?]
some people’s sorrows and demeanors can deceive us
what they really want is a piece of your p-n-s
all of the cleaners, get meaner by the second
like a triple-gauged weapon of destruction
turnin’ of the -ssumptions and the many hundreds of haters on their b-ttons
[?]
no h0m- it’s just crazy disrespectful of him
so i give this [?] a f-ckin exercism
i pull his demons out
and then i shove them up his b-tthole
we’ll see if this [?] holds
i guarantee this f-cker never wants to mess with me
cause in the end he takes a bullet like zebedee
i like to beat em up
i’m giving ten million less f-cks than rita does
and that’s a lot of f-cks yeah thats a lot of f-cks

listen, i need you, you know this

- james arthur lyrics

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