Soul Searching

Oh my

Oh my

I think they have turn shooting stars

Oh my

Oh my

Why does God makes me feel like that

Oh my

Oh my

I think I look good living their words

Oh my

Oh my

Without such account of soul searching I will never feel all like that

Oh my

Oh my

It's tremendous the way I value my thoughts

Its tremendous the way I live my twenties like I'm forty

I hope you will remember me for my facile creative abilities

I hope I will be your wake up therapy one day

It is all drama the way I push

I think what I do can strain your muscles because I haven't seeing you doing it yet

I think I need to force you the way I feed my baby because of my love for you

I have tried chanting so simple and easy

I have tried slang, English, etcetera etcetera it's crazy you can't get me right

I did make it bleed neither blue nor black on white sheet I wasted my night

What kind of guts do you have?

What kind of digestion system you are carrying which can't swallow this kinda soft porridge?

What are you really?

Are you gonna think about me when time hit me a red card huh?

Please for God sake just try whatever I tout you which have yielded both of my hands

Here are my rights and wrongs please help yourself out ............

Oh my

Oh my

I think they have turn shooting stars

Oh my

Oh my

Why does God makes me feel like that

Oh my

Oh my

I think I look good living their words

Oh my

Oh my

Without such account of soul searching I will never feel all like that

Oh my

Oh my