Saturday Night

Is this real? This is all unknown Makes me feel Is this real? Going down and back and forth And all these ways it makes me numb now I can't feel Is this real? Here I am in the club again, yeah Caged like Wrestle Mania Girls want a rapper, ain't he one? Dudes want a macadamia Never had love for none of the drugs But I wonder, can the fame be one? I don't know none of these people But order some drinks, let's numb the pain with them And I probably look content I mean I made a couple hits I know celebs and all And what I wear can pay the rent But on the inside I'm sick I know I'm bound to fall I'm chasing the world and its pleasures Careful about what you treasure Can you put 24's on a Tesla? I wonder the best ways to measure Measures of success They hate you and admire you too (they do) Know I just want the best for you (best) Not offended, want the best for you I know you thought you were alive but you was dreaming all this time, yeah I said, you thought you were alive but you was dreaming all this time, yeah Wake up, wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up Make up, made up, made up Wake up, wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up Make up, made up, made up Is this real? This is all unknown Makes me feel Is this real? ('Crae, wake up, wake up, get your church clothes and let's go)