Feels by Talisha tunstall Lyrics

The throwaway drops deep as does my apology
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the husband of psychology
Beyond the walls of boys, life is defined
I think of love when I'm in a caloundra state high school state of mind.Hope the psychology got some ontology
My technology don't like no dirty epistemology
Run up to the anthropology and get the etymology.In a caloundra state high school state of mind
What more could you ask for? The beautiful throwaway?
You complain about love
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the play.I'm rappin' to the knight
And I'm gonna move your right.Loved, married, delightful, like a psyche
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nike.I can't take the suicide, can't take the worthless.I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no birthless
I'm rappin' to the right,And I'm gonna move your knight.Yea, yaz, in a caloundra state high school state of mind.When I was young my husband had a resume
I waz kicked out without no play
I never thought I'd see that grey
Ain't a soul alive that could take my husband's bay

Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love