dead sea - Paris Jackson

I can’t feel my feet

Must mean I’m fallin' down or up offbeat

Casted head over heels into the starvin' lion’s mouth

Wondering when all the prophecies you told me will come around

So leave my body or take my soul

Yeah, yeah, just be somebody or let me go

What’s it gonna be? Yeah

Tryna find a surface to stand on

What’s it gonna be? Yeah

I’m wondering where the bodies will land

What’s it gonna—

I think my gut’s asleep

Rewind your memory for me to catch relief

You’re always sellin' the same old crooked teeth in front of me

But I am borne of the dead sea, baby, you can’t bury me

So leave my body or take my soul

Yeah, yeah, just be somebody or let me go

What’s it gonna be? Yeah

I’m tryna find a surface to stand on

What’s it gonna be? Yeah

Wondering where the bodies will land

What’s it gonna be?

What’s it gonna be?

What’s it gonna—

Call it bittersweet

The way you’re faking defeat, don’t fall on me

It wasn’t bad when it burned, but that got tiring for me

But I was born in a fire, so all this smoke inspires me

So leave my body or take my soul

Yeah, yeah, just be somebody or let me go

What’s it gonna be? Yeah

I’m tryna find a surface to stand on

What’s it gonna be? Yeah

Wondering where the bodies will land

What’s it gonna be? Yeah

I’m tryna find a surface to stand on

What’s it gonna be? Yeah

Wondering where the bodies will land

What’s it gonna be?

(What's it gonna be?)