Searching, Pt. II - Knox Brown, Kojey Radical

Oh you love me now

Am I all that your rooting for?

There was a storm outside

You cast me out like Lucifer, oh

Now either love me or leave me

I swear it feels like I’m dreaming

You see my daddy was a gangster, gangster

But I don’t need to be a gangster

Lord knows

That’s why I walk for miles in my shoes

I walk for miles in my own shoes

I walk for miles in my shoes

I walk for miles in my own shoes

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I bet your feet hurt pounding pavement pedaling Khalifa

Like manage screw preachers

I hope your fictions weakens the venom in your diction

Don’t believe him

I hope your soul don’t suffer

I hope your stripes don’t whither

I hope your taste won’t bitter

It’s a long road with no direction

What would you rather chase the sun or your own reflection

When you are alone does your soul feel vacant

Do you palm songs and pray for patience?

Don’t have choose for your own protection

What truth do they bring if you haven’t seen the truth in yourself?

Only a fool’s gold is material wealth

Ah

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m not saying we were going

That use to work for Mister Major

I was captioning

I owe at least a dozen favors

I’m moving too quick

Back when I used to live with momma

Took a long time I didn’t need to go to Harlem

If you know you know

But I remember that time

I thought I use to just fly

When a nigga used to shoe-shine

Ten years old

Yes, I know instinctively I’ve been searching for more

That’s why I walk for miles in my shoes

I walk for miles in my own shoes

I walk for miles in my shoes

I walk for miles in my own shoes

(Lords)

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it

I’m searching, searching still can’t find it

I’m searching but I still can’t find it