Gucci (interlude) Songtext
von James Arthur

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 nothin', 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 on 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 somethin' you should never plan to see
I manifested for it, all I did was plant a 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

Now it′s Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
No drama, no drama, no drama, yeah