I Lost My Shoes

I lost my shoes
Came off in pursuit
Of living with views
My name in the news

And I'm waiting on the moment
I'm waiting on the moment
I'm waiting on the moment
I'm waiting on the moment

I lost my shoes
When I could've cruised
Just trying to prove
To myself any use

And I'm waiting on the moment
A painter and a poet
I'm waiting on the moment
A sensitive a stoic

I lost my shoes
And I don't know who the fuck am I
If I'm not with you

And I contemplate the moment
I contemplate the moment
I contemplate the moment
I contemplate the moment

I lost my shoes
Now I'm running on fumes
Know what I gotta do
Forcibly remove

And I'm arranging the moment
And nobody will know it
I've written out my note and
My life is in my own hands

Now you're just a rock that I fit inside my pocket
I take it out to whittle
I get exhausted stop it

Now you're just a rock that I fit inside my pocket
I take it out to whittle
I get exhausted stop it

Now you're in my pocket
Now you're in my pocket



Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Henderson
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