What you made of? Everybody's looking for the same stuff No one seems to figure it out, it out What you made of? This is for the girls who asked the wrong ones Daughters of the king, yeah He's the real one Art that's incomplete but made of gold A poem in a language nobody knows That's you, that's you Quit playing with my worth, you don't know yours Keep talking, I know you're just insecure Matters of the heart What you made of? Everybody's looking for the same stuff No one seems to figure it out, it out What you made of? This is for the girls who asked the wrong ones Daughters of the king, yeah He's the real one (Real one) Oh no oh no no Oh no oh no no Oh no oh no no Oh no oh no no Oh no oh no no Oh no oh no no What you made of? Everybody's looking for the same stuff No one seems to figure it out, it out What you made of? This is for the girls who asked the wrong ones Daughters of the king, yeah He's the real one (Real one)