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 scum 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 teeth No shift in blame but that other sh** was blinding me Baby you did such a hell 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 pa**ive 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** 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 teeters [?] With the stiletto [?] To see Gepetto, get his strings crossed and f**in' 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 penis All of the cleaners, get meaner by the second Like a triple-gauged weapon of destruction Turnin' of the a**umptions and the many hundreds of haters on their bu*tons [?] No h*mo it's just crazy disrespectful of him So I give this [?] a f**in exercism I pull his demons out And then I shove them up his bu*thole We'll see if this [?] holds I guarantee this f**er 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**s than Rita does And that's a lot of f**s yeah thats a lot of f**s Listen, i need you, you know this