Lyrics:
Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world few hearts survive
All I know is the way I feel
When it's real, I keep it alive
The road is long
superhead, deep throat that super dick
Then come back with big bread, see you?s a trooper kid
T-Pain must be psychic he saying what I think
I'm by the bar now
of taking a walk
Oh the real world is bizarre enough for me
Oh the real world — bizarre enough for me
We're drifting in the waiting room
Call it real, but
For a while, it got me by
Everything I did seemed better when I was high
I don't know why
So I'm gettin' rid of the habits that I feel
Are real
real!
It's not right!It's my day!
It's my night!by the way,who's that girl.
....living my life? Oh no. living my life.
seems like everythings the same.
I've always been misunderstood because of how I look.
Don't judge me by the cover 'cause I'm a real good book.
So read into it what you will, but see
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
persist
You'll get your snotbox bust, you press up on this
I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip
You don't know enough math to count the mics
and garters
Lastly through a hogshead of real fire
In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world
The celebrated Mr. K.
Performs his feat on Saturday
Here we go
Climbing the stairway to heaven
Here we go
Walking the road of ecstasy
Taking the load
Of this whole world off our shoulders
driving you mad
If I was standing by you, how would you feel
Knowing your love's decided, and all love is real? (Yeah, baby)
And don't you cry tonight
and simple words like I love you
You can take my part when all the world's against me
Take my hand and lead me safely through
But the thing I need the most is
the west
And let the rest of the world go by
Is the future to hold just struggles for gold
While the real world waits outside
Away out on the breast
go round
Real niggas do they wanna do
Bitch niggas do what they can
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't
Yeah when I came to you were standing by the foot of the bed
I was still hung over, and my eyes were bloodshot and red
Did you think that things
know you're perfect from
Your head down to your heels
Don't be confused by my smile
'Cause I ain't ever been more for real, for real
So just turn
knowledge of real truth
And all my gods are great
The doleful can't of a bigot
Blinded by fear and hate
You live in knowledge of real truth?
The biggest
persist
You'll get your snotbox bust, you press up on this
I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas skip
You don't know enough math to count the mics
to the truth
State troopers or feds come out to silence you
My house in Malibu, probably tapped
?Cause livin? next door to Demi Moore, plus I'm black
Plus I
Just one more chance, just one more day
Someday that world will know this face
She swears they'll never fall from grace
They'll shout it real loud
And now I see clearly
All these times I simply stepped aside
I watched but never really listened
As the whole world passed me by
All this time I
Oh yeah going to drive my car
Oh yeah going to go real far
Ase sit down the final stages
Staring at the screen as the battle rages
You were (finding
forgetting the hate that filled our hearts
The times of selfish reasoning that keeps all apart
This world was meant to share, let them know you care
By
from everything that is real
Hide in my imagination, safe inside my contemplation
Never out of time, somewhere in my mind
There's a place where I'll
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