The Search
by NF

Album: The Search (2019)
Charted: 70
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  • "Hey, Nate, how's life?"
    I don't know, it's alright
    I've been dealin' with some things like every human being
    And really didn't sleep much last night (last night)
    "I'm sorry", that's fine
    I just think I need a little me time
    I just think I need a little free time
    Little break from the shows and the bus rides (bus rides), yeah
    Last year I had a breakdown
    Thoughts tellin' me I'm lost gettin' too loud
    Had to see a therapist, then I found out
    Somethin' funny's goin' on up in my house
    Yeah, I started thinkin' maybe I should move out
    You know, pack my car, take a new route
    Clean up my yard, get the noose out
    Hang up my heart, let it air out (air out)
    I've been searchin'
    "What does that mean, Nate?"
    I've been learning
    Grabbin' my keepsakes, leavin' my burdens
    Well, I brought a few with me, I'm not perfect
    Lookin' at the view like, this concerns me
    Pickin' up the cues, right? I'm quite nervous
    Hate it when I lose sight, life gets blurry
    And things might hurt me
    It's prolly gonna be a long journey, but hey (but hey)
    It's worth it, though
    Cold world out there, kids, grab your coats
    Been a minute, I know, now I'm back to roam
    Lookin' for the antidote to crack the code
    Pretty vivid, I admit it, I'm in classic mode
    Don't need pity given to me, but I can't condone
    Talkin' down to me, I'ma have to crack your nose for crackin' jokes
    I'm lookin' for the map to hope, you seen it? (You seen it?)
    Been makin' a whole lot of changes
    Wrote a song about that, you should play it
    I get scared when I walk on these stages
    I look at the crowd and see so many faces, yeah
    That's when I start to get anxious
    That's when my thoughts can be dangerous
    That's when I put on my makeup and drown in self-hatred
    Forget what I'm saying, and

    Where'd the beat go?
    Oh, ain't that somethin'?
    Drums came in, you ain't see that comin'
    Hands on my head, can't tell me nothin'
    Got a taste of the fame, had to pump my stomach
    Throw it back up like I don't want it
    Wipe my face, clean up my vomit
    OCD, tryna push my buttons
    I said don't touch it, now y'all done it
    I can be critical, never typical
    Intricate with every syllable, I'm a criminal
    Intimate, but never political, pretty visual
    Even if you hate it, I'll make it feel like you're in it, though
    You call me what you wanna, but never call me forgettable
    Leave you deep in thought, I could never swim in the kiddie pool
    Way that I been thinkin' is cinematic, it's beautiful
    Man, I don't know if I'm makin' movies or music videos (videos, videos, videos)

    Yeah, the sales can rise
    Doesn't mean much though when your health declines
    See, we've all got somethin' that we trapped inside
    That we try to suffocate, you know, hopin' it dies
    Try to hold it underwater but it always survives
    Then it comes up out of nowhere like an evil surprise
    Then it hovers over you to tell you millions of lies
    You don't relate to that? Must not be as crazy as I am
    The point I'm makin' is the mind is a powerful place
    And what you feed it can affect you in a powerful way
    It's pretty cool, right? Yeah, but it's not always safe
    Just hang with me, this'll only take a moment, okay?
    Just think about it for a second, if you look at your face
    Every day when you get up and think you'll never be great
    You'll never be great, not because you're not, but the hate
    Will always find a way to cut you up and murder your faith (woo!)

    I am developin', take a look at the benefits
    Nothin' to meddle with, I can never be delicate
    Am I even relevant? That depends how you measure it
    Take a measurement, then bag it up and give me the evidence
    Pretty evident, dependable can never be tentative
    I'm a gentleman, depending on if I think you're genuine
    Pretty elegant, but not afraid to tell you to get a grip
    Proper etiquette, I keep it to myself when I celebrate, ah (ah)
    It's that time again
    Better grab your balloons and invite your friends
    Seatbelts back on, yeah, strap 'em in
    Look at me, everybody, I'm smilin' big
    On a road right now that I can't predict
    Tell me "Tone that down," but I can't resist
    Y'all know that sound, better raise your fist
    The search begins, I'm back, so enjoy the trip, huh Writer/s: Nate Feuerstein, Tommee Profitt
    Publisher: CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, Capitol CMG Publishing
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