I'm Not Real (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

歌詞

Passport, filling it up with stamps Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan She keep on asking for a rack so I ran Looking back, like you can't see who I am Think my bitch don't know me no more Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more If money buy you love, then love's not enough So tell my why you on your knees crying to the floor If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right? The clouds are gray but would you pay the price to paint them white? Might have a baby on the way, cause I been going in raw It feels better, that real pleasure I'm not real, I think I never was I get a rush every time she let me get a touch I need to feel that (love) I need to feel that (pain) My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain) I keep my head up (high) A little fed up (lies) They always tell me where my mind is on this LP I don't exist Hieroglyphics Pyrotechnics Metaphysics Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card Looking for answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting far Let's get it on, I'm real like Tenenbaums in Lebanon Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone Point me to the road, and I'ma run it Bloodhound with my nose to the money Ain't fucking with these hoes Getting duckets 'til I die While my foes busy running, fuck it Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle Like who didn't test yet? Test this Few new rules in effect, bitch See this a rather spooky action movie Roll it up and pass it to me Hashing booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie See a creature, ass beauty Need a feature, rather shoot me Truly bitches must have them bad jeans in bag of Coogi Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming Back to doing cash pursuing Posted up like Patrick Ewing Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly He and I are not the same Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain Money in machines, those will make you change If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain But I can't complain Point me to the road, and I'ma run it Bloodhound with my nose to the money Ain't fucking with these hoes Getting duckets 'til I die While my foes busy running, fuck it Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle Like who didn't test yet? Test this Few new rules in effect, bitch