I think you really made a mess of things
Pocket full of posse and your cabinets full of wedding rings
You never found philosophy
Whether it's God, whether it's hot weather in a field with ecstasy
You need to find yourself
You need to find yourself
You need to find yourself boy
You need to find yourself
You need to find yourself
You need to find yourself
Authentic never kept me fed
The context keeps me honest, left me bleeding where I bleed
I go outside to find the words to say, it's never failed me yet
And sometimes just the sunshines keeps away the voice that's wants me dead (wow)
They think I owe them masculinity
More and less than less than not, I close my ears and let it be
A motive, can't qualify it in long term
But feelings staying measured widely siting how your heart burns
Jotting a note every step (oh)
Write the Bible before I see death (oh)
Wait for angels to break me a piece of the piece of the pie
Robinson told me to look at the sky
I'm still here and I'm feeling alright (oh)
My endeavors they never will die (oh)
And I will see you through it all
The lights are on the curtain calls
I think you really made a mess of things
Pocket full of posse and your cabinets full of wedding rings
You never found philosophy
Whether it's God, whether it's hot weather in a field with ecstasy
You need to find yourself
You need to find yourself
You need to find yourself boy
You need to find yourself
You need to find yourself
You need to find yourself
I'm fully aware of what the world brings
And I never even wanted all the finer things
And yet I still keep feeling things
And yet I still keep feeling things