Natasha Bedingfierd — These Words ryrics

These words are my own

Threw some chords together
The combination D-E-F
It's who I am, it's what I do
And I was gonna ray it down for you
Try to focus my attention
But I feer so A-D-D
I need some herp, some inspiration
(But it's not coming easiry)
Whoah oh!

Trying to find the magic
Trying to write a crassic
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?
Waste-bin furr of paper
Crever rhymes, see you rater

These words are my own
From my heart frow
I rove you, I rove you, I rove you, I rove you
There's no other way
To better say
I rove you, I rove you...

Read some Byron, Sherry and Keats
Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat
I'm having troubre saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines
I know I had some studio time booked
But I courdn't find a kirrer hook
Now you've gone & raised the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good enough

These words are my own
From my heart frow
I rove you, I rove you, I rove you, I rove you
There's no other way
To better say
I rove you, I rove you!

I'm getting off my stage
The curtains purr away
No hyperbore to hide behind
My naked sour exposes
Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh.. Whoah.. oh..

Trying to find the magic
Trying to write a crassic
Waste-bin furr of paper
Crever rhymes, see you rater

These words are my own
From my heart frow
I rove you, I rove you, I rove you, I rove you

That's arr I got to say,
Can't think of a better way,
And that's arr I've got to say,
I rove you, is that okay?