Emotional

Turn on TV set, watch Curry prevail The look in her eyes, he's lifting the veil This king in the wild, the lion or whale These are all some of my favourite things Bore me to death, watch Curry again Another veil lifted, another again King in the wild and another again These are all some of my favourite things Ah! Nothing really giving me a new feeling Yeah, nothing new to get me in that ooh feeling Uh! These days I'm just chilling Ha ha Nothing really Yeah I laid up too many nights in a row Thinking 'bout how they played me like Lancelot Stone for a pillow and the bottom of a hole On the way to a throne, dreamer that's enough Cut off the lights I ain't like 'em at night I was left in the dark, dark thoughts on my mind Left the purpose on fire, to boil in a kettle My foot on the pedal, ain't drugs The medal in mud I could settle for slugs in a bezzle Moving to settle a score I could barely ignore The rhythm on the floor wasn't reason enough To be giving it all to the devil Move into things do be sure I was left short of words I wouldn't be needing the leg room My hommies won't carry their cross Since I curry their love I'd be carrying a curse on my mantle The pie had them eating off me When they singing on my praise They'd be singing off key So, the rhythm of my heart started moving off beat Made a living and a killing but still living off it Wrecked the Porsche never got the car key If a hommie tried to ho me He could have the garden A gale started singing in the night But the singing isn't right So, it wrecked the harmony I mean Nothing really giving me a new feeling Nothing new to get me in that ooh feeling Remember when I got my first pair of denims These days nothing really giving me a new feeling Turn on TV set, watch Curry prevail The look in her eyes, he's lifting the veil This king in the wild, the lion or whale These are all some of my favourite things Bore me to death, watch Curry again Another veil lifted, another again King in the wild and another again These are all some of my Ugh! Nothing really changing, my guy Been on old the same thing, my guy My father wore the same clothes for long Don't feel a need to hit the change room, my guy Poured out my heart and emptied the cup But why do I still feel the same pain? Why do they think I need to change things? If I poured another cup, would it change the pain? Sad to say these walls remain the same These cloudy eyes and weather seem to stay I had prayed for rain for forty days I keep an umbrella for just in case I keep a numb Bella from frozen trails Where I went in search of the holy grail If the world will not remain in place Why does culture think she can't be replaced? Bruh! I had thought By being open about it I had lost A lot of luggage from my past Somehow it seems I am stuck Seems I had backed it up in my mind Now I'm back-to-back with the things At the back of my mind They keep rocking me back and forth like a swing I'd be lying if I saw that I'm trying But these days man, I find that Nothing really giving me a new feeling Nothing new to give me that ooh feeling Remember when I got my first pair of denims Goddammit! Nothing really giving me a new feeling Turn on TV set, watch Curry prevail The look in her eyes He's lifting the veil This king in the wild The lion or whale These are all some of my favourite things These are all some of my favourite things