Real Life
Real Life
Can I talk about this
Without the feels
like
I been trynna move on
But it feels like real life
Turning all fake
And I'm crazy how I talk right?
Real Life
Been crazy can't cope
Life moves on
But it seems I can't go
Cause everybody trynna carry on
With no patience
But i just roll these dice
Till I make it
Is Real Life
Ever really gonna change
Cause I been stuck in cycle
Trynna get change
But I'm keeping it a buck
Even with the dollars gotta
Balance out pain
Real Life
Really what I make
And I'm trynna catch fame
Is that bad?
Cause I know with the music
It's the only way I'll make it
And I'm not trynna ever fuck up this bag
No way I can move on
This a long ride
Need the strength to carry on
With this weight up on my back
Know I'll turn out strong
Got yo baby momma playin all my songs
But right now
I be feeling too gassed up
Know I'm in a different lane
While yo ass got passed up
Too damn fast
Know I'm running laps
They jus think I'm fucking
Practicing
Nah this is facts
So they mad that I left
So what?
So many nights I tried to
Snap through, but
No
Love through a phone
Or a stay at a home
Ain't never made me feel love
So
No way Imma chill off a pill
Off a blunt I get forced into
letting down my eyes
So
The way I be feeling is different
I'm gifted
But talent is just part one of the
Price
Step two is let down your guard
Get loose until the streams come from bars
Like notes what i take
But only from stars
Just some of them hitting
I'm one in a billion
Thats finna hit hard/ships
What made me wanna last
I ain't never been driven
till the fire on my ass
Let me talk about a living
Singing in the precense
Of a crowd
Who ain't ever cared
To listen
Till a recent past
Real Life
Can I talk about this
Without the feels
Like
I been trynna move on
But it feels like real life
Turning all fake
And I'm crazy how I talk right?
Real Life
Been crazy can't cope
Life moves on
But it seems I can't go
Cause everybody trynna carry on
With no patience
But i just roll these dice
till I make it
Is Real Life
Ever really gonna change
Cause I been stuck in cycle
Trynna get change
But I'm keeping it a buck
Even with the dollars gotta
Balance out pain
Real Life
Really what I make
And I'm trynna catch fame
Is that bad?
Cause I know with the music
It's the only way I'll make it
And I'm not trynna ever fuck up this bag
Can I talk about this
Without the feels
like
I been trynna move on
But it feels like real life
Turning all fake
And I'm crazy how I talk right?
Real Life
Been crazy can't cope
Life moves on
But it seems I can't go
Cause everybody trynna carry on
With no patience
But i just roll these dice
Till I make it
Is Real Life
Ever really gonna change
Cause I been stuck in cycle
Trynna get change
But I'm keeping it a buck
Even with the dollars gotta
Balance out pain
Real Life
Really what I make
And I'm trynna catch fame
Is that bad?
Cause I know with the music
It's the only way I'll make it
And I'm not trynna ever fuck up this bag
No way I can move on
This a long ride
Need the strength to carry on
With this weight up on my back
Know I'll turn out strong
Got yo baby momma playin all my songs
But right now
I be feeling too gassed up
Know I'm in a different lane
While yo ass got passed up
Too damn fast
Know I'm running laps
They jus think I'm fucking
Practicing
Nah this is facts
So they mad that I left
So what?
So many nights I tried to
Snap through, but
No
Love through a phone
Or a stay at a home
Ain't never made me feel love
So
No way Imma chill off a pill
Off a blunt I get forced into
letting down my eyes
So
The way I be feeling is different
I'm gifted
But talent is just part one of the
Price
Step two is let down your guard
Get loose until the streams come from bars
Like notes what i take
But only from stars
Just some of them hitting
I'm one in a billion
Thats finna hit hard/ships
What made me wanna last
I ain't never been driven
till the fire on my ass
Let me talk about a living
Singing in the precense
Of a crowd
Who ain't ever cared
To listen
Till a recent past
Real Life
Can I talk about this
Without the feels
Like
I been trynna move on
But it feels like real life
Turning all fake
And I'm crazy how I talk right?
Real Life
Been crazy can't cope
Life moves on
But it seems I can't go
Cause everybody trynna carry on
With no patience
But i just roll these dice
till I make it
Is Real Life
Ever really gonna change
Cause I been stuck in cycle
Trynna get change
But I'm keeping it a buck
Even with the dollars gotta
Balance out pain
Real Life
Really what I make
And I'm trynna catch fame
Is that bad?
Cause I know with the music
It's the only way I'll make it
And I'm not trynna ever fuck up this bag
Credits
Writer(s): Giancarlo Maestas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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