Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Qualified , by - SammusRelease date: 14.06.2017
Song language: English
Qualified |
| Am I qualified, qualified? |
| Am I qualified, qualified? |
| Am I qualified, qualified? |
| I’m staring into his eyes |
| And he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever met |
| Then my burdens arrive |
| They’re killing my vibe |
| Burning inside like a cigarette |
| Figured that he will not want to be intimate |
| I tell him sometimes I’m not into men |
| He says, «That's okay |
| You’re wonderful like a bouquet!» |
| And then we climb into bed |
| We hug and we kiss a lot |
| And it hits the spot |
| I tell him I love him |
| He tell me he love me |
| I tell him to get in my tummy |
| I’m yelling «I'm cumming!» |
| But it’s more than the sex—he claims that I’m great that I’m really amazing |
| But a couple more days in, I dunno, will he still say the same thing? |
| Am I qualified, qualified? |
| Am I qualified, qualified? |
| Hell if I know |
| But I’m terrified you |
| Will uncover my soul |
| And I’ll run inside |
| Then I’ll wanna hide |
| Wonder what did I do? |
| Wonder what did I do? |
| Am I qualified? |
| Check my qualifiers |
| Like I’m Open Mike… but I’m hella tired |
| In terms of my music things seem to be going okay but I’m not really sure |
| Like what if I lose it? |
| How will I know what I’m making is not some manure? |
| I lock myself in peeking under the doors |
| Yes I will admit that it’s tough to endure |
| The feeling I might hit a ceiling |
| Revealing that it won’t be long 'til the cracks start appearing |
| I’m filling the holes like the backs of an earring |
| 'Til slowly it grows and the gaps is apparent |
| My fans will stage a big a coup d’etat |
| They’re chanting, they’re yelling, «Oh you a flop!» |
| Then they chew me out like I’m food for thought |
| I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop |
| Am I qualified, qualified? |
| Am I qualified, qualified? |
| Hell if I know |
| But I’m terrified you |
| Will uncover my soul |
| And I’ll run inside |
| Then I’ll wanna hide |
| Wonder what did I do? |
| Wonder what did I do? |
| Why would I guess? |
| What if the answer is yes? |
| Then if they’re impressed |
| Then why would I stress? |
| 'Cuz questioning keeps me depressed |
| Reaching a deepening mess |
| 'Cuz weak is the flesh but flesh is what’s here though |
| My soul’s an invisible hero |
| When I need something real in my earholes |
| 'Cuz my positive feelings is zero |
| And I feel like I’m 300 years old |
| Got a weird cold and the fear folds |
| Me in different dimensions |
| I’m bigger than what I appear though |
| If the beer’s cold |
| Then I’m drinking it 'cuz it lets me hold |
| When I’m thinking that different people |
| Have been given the picks for the keyholes |
| When we knowing that shit is ridiculous |
| Dang! |
| Am I qualified, qualified? |
| Am I qualified, qualified? |
| Hell if I know |
| But I’m terrified you |
| Will uncover my soul |
| And I’ll run inside |
| Then I’ll wanna hide |
| Wonder what did I do? |
| Wonder what did I do? |