You think I'm so full of it, full of it. But I think I'm just fed up baby. You think I can be so arrogant, arrogant. But I'm just tryna get keep my head up baby.
Words & Music: Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick. . Everybody's talkin' in the homeroom. Plans are being made for after school. Should you tell them how you're really feelin'.
[Talking]. Please... shit. You know I know right? You know I know.. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. . Oh Lord, why did I have to live so many lies.
I wanna know how it feels to be kissed. cold chills run up and down my spine. . I wanna know how it feels to be talked to. Till the word drive me stoned out my mind.
You think I'm so full of it, full of it. I think I'm just fed up, baby. You think I can be so arrogant, arrogant. But I'm just tryna keep my head up, baby.
It's in our hello. In the way your smile glows. And it's in our good bye. In the tear in your eye. And all in between. When you're lookin at me. . I know I know I know.