Nobody knows, nobody feels
What I’m thinking, what I’m feeling
It gets hard sometimes
When I wanted to express my mind
Did I say what I mean? Did I mean what I say?
Will I have to pay for the thoughts I conveyed?
Oh, I gotta get outta my mind
Oh, gotta get outta my mind
I tell myself, “Please come out”
But sometimes I just don’t know how
Afraid of what they think of me
If they have dual reality
I mean, it’s my reality
I want my mama proud of me
Coachella and the Grammys
But do you think I’m crazy?
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
I just gotta get outta my mind
It’s time for me to fly
What if I’m losing my religion?
Like, what if I only had some questions?
Wait no, I’m not losing my religion
See, you misunderstood me, probably think I’m crazy
I still b lieve
You said the Son has sav d me
I believe
I believe
He gives me answers in my mind
Are there answers in my mind?
Should I get out of my mind?
Oh, should I get out of my mind?
Should I get out of my mind?
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