Puppet Master

I wanted to be real, wanted to be real

I'm the winner but I feel like a victim
Graduated from the situation, found a solution
Smoking on the pollution, all black suit
Black gloves on, just like a hitman
Trash Star Boys and we sleep in a coffin
Wake up, drinking coffee
I get to it often, might get to it this morning
Prada boots on, look like some Jordans
I'm playing, I'm scoring
DG, Nike, they supporting
Just do it, blade on me, I'm swording
I'm veiled when I'm wielding
Knife in my heart but, man, fuck how I'm feeling
Can't look at me, you're dreaming
Can't even see me when you are sleeping
Black Volvo, we're creeping

I had ups and downs but it's falling into place
Like the love from God when you look me in my face
I had dreams of life that were lost in empty space
I had almost drowned if I didn't fuck with that drain
I had four, five strikes, at the sixth I lost my wings
I'm the puppeteer, put my puppets into play

Wanted to be real, wanted to be real
Wanted to be real