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by Natasha Bedingfield
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These words are my own
Threw chords together
The D-E-F
Is who I am, is I do
No one’s gonna let it down for you
I try to my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, inspiration
But not coming easily (Uh oh)
Trying to the magic (Uh oh)
to write a classic (Uh oh)
Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know (Uh oh)
Waste bin full of paper (uh oh)
rhymes, see you later
These are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
no other way
To better say
I you, I you
Read Byron, Shelly and Keats
Resided in over a Hip hop beat
I’m having saying what I mean
dead poets and drum machines
You know I had studio time booked
But I couldn’t find a killer hook
Now you’re gonna raise the bar right up
Nothing I write is good (enough)
are my own
From my heart flown
I you, I you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
These words are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
I’m getting off my stage
The pull away
No hyper bowl to hide behind
My naked soul exposes
...
(Uh oh) Trying to find the magic (Uh oh)
Trying to a classic (Uh oh)
Waste bin of paper (Uh oh)
Clever rhymes, see you later
These words are my own
my heart flown (don't you know)
I love you, I you, I love you, I you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you, I love you
These words are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you, I love you
words are my own
They're from my heart
I love you, I love you
That's all I've got to say
Can't of a better way
That's all I've got to say
I you is that ok
Threw chords together
The D-E-F
Is who I am, is I do
No one’s gonna let it down for you
I try to my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, inspiration
But not coming easily (Uh oh)
Trying to the magic (Uh oh)
to write a classic (Uh oh)
Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know (Uh oh)
Waste bin full of paper (uh oh)
rhymes, see you later
These are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
no other way
To better say
I you, I you
Read Byron, Shelly and Keats
Resided in over a Hip hop beat
I’m having saying what I mean
dead poets and drum machines
You know I had studio time booked
But I couldn’t find a killer hook
Now you’re gonna raise the bar right up
Nothing I write is good (enough)
are my own
From my heart flown
I you, I you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
These words are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you
I’m getting off my stage
The pull away
No hyper bowl to hide behind
My naked soul exposes
...
(Uh oh) Trying to find the magic (Uh oh)
Trying to a classic (Uh oh)
Waste bin of paper (Uh oh)
Clever rhymes, see you later
These words are my own
my heart flown (don't you know)
I love you, I you, I love you, I you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you, I love you
These words are my own
From my heart flown
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you, I love you
words are my own
They're from my heart
I love you, I love you
That's all I've got to say
Can't of a better way
That's all I've got to say
I you is that ok
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