Real Feat. (Jarren Benton & Sean Rose)

Real, we gon' bring that real back
We gon' bring that feel back, yeah I know you feel that real
So tell me how you like this?
Baby don't you fight this, they wanna get like this real
And I don't wanna waste it
I'm not in the basic, I would rather chase this real
And we won't let it fade, live another day
Please respect the game, yeah that's not real

Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Hardships need a hard ache, hard dick for the shard-a's
The only ones that I partake in, then I skrrt nigga
Parlay them all day, nigga, so con-yay, nigga
Ducks in a row, like I'm Coach Bombay, nigga
You say I'm wack, I'ma say Harley, nigga
Fly like an eagle with your sub-part ways, nigga
I remember I was just like you, I was just like you
I was just like you, nigga

If y'all keep doing that, you're gonna stay where the fuck you at
'Cause I was just like all of you, I was just like all of you (preach that shit!)
(Tell that shit, preach it) tell me what I should have
Fuck these niggas (Swat, Swat)

Then I learned if I just fight through, nigga
Ain't no tellin' what I just might do, nigga
We do not have to be enemies, peace and serenity
Can't we just all get along?
They throw us in the cage, and they fill us up with hate
So fighting's the only way a nigga really feels strong
So these hoes caught up and these niggas tell lies
And the only way to know if it's really that real
Is if you look them in the eyes, hallelujah, praise God, that's real

Real, we gon' bring that real back, we gon' bring that feel back
Yeah, I know you feel that real
So tell me how you like this, baby, don't you fight this
They wanna get like this, real, and I don't wanna waste it
I'm not in the basic, I would rather chase this real
And we won't let it fade, live another day
Please respect the game, yeah, that's that real

Yeah, rest a piece to the real niggas
Throw the deuces at them hoes, I couldn't deal with you
Watch the pain with the steel liquor
Ain't no sunshine worth the bill where, there's always been an eel, nigga
Yeah, lie from a fucked up environment
Mama fucked the money up and up, in her retirement
Made it out of habitat, I still was uninspiring
I was at my lowest and my ship was steady spiraling

Out of control, left out in the cold
Middle finger to all of my foes
I'm trying to get this bitch out of her clothes
But I'm too drunk to get my head out the commode
Lord, have mercy on all of my souls
I need Dr. Phil, Jesus Christ in the pot of pills
I help my grandma pay her doctor bills
And pray her sickness disappear just like Copperfield
I went to 'Instagram', died trying to copy Phil

I tell the bitch that we can kick it like a soccer field
I'm just trying to get some top drill
Yeah, how you know the fuck deal
You a builder, bitch, you're not for real
We came a long way from cotton fields and cotton mills
Watch how the weak nigga, see the cat squeal
Damn, but really I know better than you
I'm living life, and I'm scared of it too
Nigga, I'm just being real

We gon' bring that real back, we gon' bring that feel back
Yeah, I know you feel that real
So tell me how you like this, baby, don't you fight this
They wanna get like this, real, and I don't wanna waste it
I'm not into basic, I would rather chase this, real
And we won't let it fade, live another day
Please respect the game, yeah, that's not real

Yeah, still the one they checkin' for, still the one they askin' 'bout
They askin' where a nigga went, tell 'em that I took the paper route
Had to ex a couple bitches out, had to weave a couple niggas out
Some details I'm probably leavin' out
Ha, ha, in back at my mama house
How my bein' tryin' to sub me out to him
Why my best friend talkin' 'bout me on the ground

What I been through, you don't even understand
What I been through, exes in the Texas that they miss you
Regretting that they ain't with you
And how they just can't get you off what they meant to, ah
Tell 'em, oh well, they in love with the old him
This is 2016, Sean Rose is the new me
I ain't here to take no else

Real (Rose), we gon' bring that real back, we gon' bring that feel back
Yeah, I know you feel that real
So tell me how you like this, baby, don't you fight this
They wanna get like this, real, and I don't wanna waste it
I'm not in the basic, I would rather chase this real
And we won't let it fade, live another day
Please respect the game, yeah, that's that real



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Writer(s): Brad Douglas Paisley
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