What you made of?
Everybody's looking for the same stuff
No one seems to figure it out, it out
What you made of?
This is for the girls who asked the wrong ones
Daughters of the king, yeah He's the real one
Art that's incomplete but made of gold
A poem in a language nobody knows
That's you, that's you
Quit playing with my worth, you don't know yours
Keep talking, I know you're just insecure
Matters of the heart
What you made of?
Everybody's looking for the same stuff
No one seems to figure it out, it out
What you made of?
This is for the girls who asked the wrong ones
Daughters of the king, yeah He's the real one
(Real one)
Oh no oh no no
Oh no oh no no
Oh no oh no no
Oh no oh no no
Oh no oh no no
Oh no oh no no
What you made of?
Everybody's looking for the same stuff
No one seems to figure it out, it out
What you made of?
This is for the girls who asked the wrong ones
Daughters of the king, yeah He's the real one
(Real one)
