I Feel Like the Moon
Ooo' boy you looking like you like what you see
Young me bumping CD's
I'm a child of destiny
That's a fierce lady
Sade and Macy Gray
Pussycat Dolls, Tracy
My momma played me
My lip says baby
Because I romanticize the idea of ladies
Not physical
More emotional
For since I was a baby I've been
Emotional
Intuition
But I'm sent to war
Institutions shouting pull that trigger though
You've got to go and get the dough
But I'm pausing trying to just figure out my soul
I'm trying to listen to what my growth finds appealing
What's triggering these feelings
And nobody is supposed to have meaning
But I look around
These systems are reeling
From the greed perspective kneeling
Down to grow gold
And not receiving
The insight of the feminine
Ooo' boy you looking like you like what you see
Young me bumping CD's
I'm a child of destiny
That's a fierce lady
Sade and Macy Gray
Pussycat Dolls, Tracy
My momma played me
So I make no excuses
For my inquisitive manners
I drove to the inner world
And I've looked at my self
Unknow my perspectives
And my optimum mental health
I'm not perfect
Shine as the moon's surface
Spinning
I'm just feeling myself
My mom said to trust is a mirror
Crack that surface once
And no longer to see clearer
But what shows my world
When I look in my eyes mirrored
Deeper made ties
Behind the lies
Of manmade palaces
Psychology imbalances
Forgot the mesmerizing eyes
Ooo' boy you looking like you like what you see
Young me bumping CD's
I'm a child of destiny
That's a fierce lady
Sade and Macy Gray
Pussycat Dolls, Tracy
My momma played me
Young me bumping CD's
I'm a child of destiny
That's a fierce lady
Sade and Macy Gray
Pussycat Dolls, Tracy
My momma played me
My lip says baby
Because I romanticize the idea of ladies
Not physical
More emotional
For since I was a baby I've been
Emotional
Intuition
But I'm sent to war
Institutions shouting pull that trigger though
You've got to go and get the dough
But I'm pausing trying to just figure out my soul
I'm trying to listen to what my growth finds appealing
What's triggering these feelings
And nobody is supposed to have meaning
But I look around
These systems are reeling
From the greed perspective kneeling
Down to grow gold
And not receiving
The insight of the feminine
Ooo' boy you looking like you like what you see
Young me bumping CD's
I'm a child of destiny
That's a fierce lady
Sade and Macy Gray
Pussycat Dolls, Tracy
My momma played me
So I make no excuses
For my inquisitive manners
I drove to the inner world
And I've looked at my self
Unknow my perspectives
And my optimum mental health
I'm not perfect
Shine as the moon's surface
Spinning
I'm just feeling myself
My mom said to trust is a mirror
Crack that surface once
And no longer to see clearer
But what shows my world
When I look in my eyes mirrored
Deeper made ties
Behind the lies
Of manmade palaces
Psychology imbalances
Forgot the mesmerizing eyes
Ooo' boy you looking like you like what you see
Young me bumping CD's
I'm a child of destiny
That's a fierce lady
Sade and Macy Gray
Pussycat Dolls, Tracy
My momma played me
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron De Kock
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