Real Life
He bought a Rolls Royce 1988
He's all over the place
I just want him to say it back and say it to my face
He takes me for a ride
It's cocaine white inside
It's ninety-nine degrees
The leather's sticking to my thighs
I know I do not love him
Fuck, I think I love him
When I'm touchin' myself
Swear to God, I'm thinkin' of him
And I come too easy
This is so completely
Unlike anything I've ever felt
Is this real life, life, life?
Is this real life, life, life?
Is this real life?
'Cause you're godlike
Sippin' on some juice with a lil' Bombay
Showin' off that ice, yeah
Is this real life, yeah?
'Cause you're godlike, yeah
Sittin' on that hood, showin' off his whip
While he wearin' all white, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Oh my, don't look into his eyes
Every time I do
I see us there, but not together
Got me hypnotized
Swimming pools and white lies
Pink champagne and Mai Tais
Open bar at someone's birthday party on Rodeo Drive
No, I do not love him
But when I'm drunk, I love him
Tryin' to contain myself
He's pushing all my buttons
And I come too easy
This is so completely
Unlike anything I've ever felt
Is this real life, life, life?
Is this real life, life, life?
Is this real life?
'Cause you're Godlike
Sippin' on some juice with a lil' Bombay
Showin' off that ice, yeah
Is this real life, yeah?
'Cause you're Godlike, yeah
Sittin' on that hood, showin' off his whip
While he wearin' all white, yeah (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
He's all over the place
I just want him to say it back and say it to my face
He takes me for a ride
It's cocaine white inside
It's ninety-nine degrees
The leather's sticking to my thighs
I know I do not love him
Fuck, I think I love him
When I'm touchin' myself
Swear to God, I'm thinkin' of him
And I come too easy
This is so completely
Unlike anything I've ever felt
Is this real life, life, life?
Is this real life, life, life?
Is this real life?
'Cause you're godlike
Sippin' on some juice with a lil' Bombay
Showin' off that ice, yeah
Is this real life, yeah?
'Cause you're godlike, yeah
Sittin' on that hood, showin' off his whip
While he wearin' all white, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Oh my, don't look into his eyes
Every time I do
I see us there, but not together
Got me hypnotized
Swimming pools and white lies
Pink champagne and Mai Tais
Open bar at someone's birthday party on Rodeo Drive
No, I do not love him
But when I'm drunk, I love him
Tryin' to contain myself
He's pushing all my buttons
And I come too easy
This is so completely
Unlike anything I've ever felt
Is this real life, life, life?
Is this real life, life, life?
Is this real life?
'Cause you're Godlike
Sippin' on some juice with a lil' Bombay
Showin' off that ice, yeah
Is this real life, yeah?
'Cause you're Godlike, yeah
Sittin' on that hood, showin' off his whip
While he wearin' all white, yeah (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
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Writer(s): Sabrina Louise Bernstein
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