Soul Searching
Soul searching
Yes, I'm worth it
Yes, I'm worth the time
Soul searching
Yes, I'm worth it
Yes, I'm worth the time
Soul searching
Yes, I'm worth it
Yes, I'm worth the time
Realising who I am
Now your heart isn't mine
I'm moving oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-on
I'm moving oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-on
I've seen so much fucking beauty
I can barely recognise it
What are we as humans
In the absence of violence?
I wanna be the one leading the movement
But drugs and alcohol aren't self improvement
I'm sick and getting sicker
More fucked up everyday
Young and getting older
And then younger that's my fate
I've got a fixation
With the rules of the game
My wild imagination
Won't let me be okay
I need a little bit of
Soul searching
Yes, I'm worth it
Yes, I'm worth the time
Realising who I am
Now your heart isn't mine
I'm moving oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-on
I'm moving oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-on
I know I'm wrong for waiting on a woman to save me
But what if she's an angel who could never betray me
And I'll be saved forever, living safe and clean
But that cannot be the life for a fucker like me
I'm moving constantly
From one home to the next
Some are very cozy
Some are very good at sex
But building a home?
I'd rather go to Rome
And run around
Its every corner
All summer long
If life is a game
Than I am playing with mods
If life is a car
My wheels are my thoughts
Hoes are my AC
My seatbelt is music
I gotta be strapped to the chair
I'll die if I lose it
Soul searching
Yes, I'm worth it
Yes, I'm worth the time
Realising who I am
Now your heart isn't mine
I'm moving oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-on
I'm moving oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-on
Is it possible to turn back time?
To when I was a baby, or at least to when you were mine
Ah, this morning's so cold
How am I black when I used to be gold?
Is it worth it searching the streets for your face?
Is it worth it searching my mind for some space?
Is it worth searching the clubs for a stranger
Who, deep down I know, could never replace ya
Is anything worth it, when it all will go unsaid
This music's is the only thing that'll be left when I'm dead
The artist you loved, the artist you left
Is that motherfucker still in your head?
The artist you loved
He was a deep burning red
You left a void in soul
And a void in his bed
Maybe he's soul searching
Or maybe instead
The artist you loved
Is dead
Soul searching
Yes, I'm worth it
Yes, I'm worth the time (soul searching)
Realising who I am
Now your heart isn't mine
I'm moving oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-on (soul searching, soul searching)
I'm moving oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-on (soul searching)
Soul searching