Gifted

Blah blah blah, I can hear my own song Wake up to the sun just to hear my own song La La La, I can feel my own song Wake up to the song just to hear the own sun You can’t re-deliver You’re wild in mess You can’t read me either I’m wild in this So you wake up with your face and it’s laying in your arms Is that how you feel when your face is in your arms The face is says Read me We may Read me He may We may He may We may have to leave He may say we really have to leave We may have to leave You may get real I’m moving Now I’m sitting on the top of consistency Now don’t say a thing or he’ll hear you while you talk We may have to leave