Gucci (Interlude)
James Arthur Song Lyrics

Yeah, and so I pick up the pieces

And turn my pen to a thesis

Now my faith is restored 'cause I had a talk with jesus, said impossible is nothing

I pull on my adidas, I just hope that when I prove it all, my loved ones get to see this.

You boys are fickle, you love me or wanna fight me

I only spill my blood when I spit a biggie-type beat

I'm in delilah in a fresh, plain white tee

On this microphone, I portray the plight of a pisces.

Somewhere between reality or fantasy

Look, my demise is something you should never plan to see

I manifested fortunes, all I did was plant the seed

I remember when my family couldn't afford to eat.

Now it's louis, gucci, balenciaga

Louis, gucci, balenciaga

Louis, gucci, balenciaga

No drama, no drama, no drama, no drama.

Now it's louis, gucci, balenciaga

Louis, gucci, balenciaga

Louis, gucci, balenciaga

No drama, no drama, no drama, no drama.