Earl Sweatshirt - I’m Not Real Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]Passport, filling it up with stampsSet a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of JapanShe keep on asking for a rack so I ranLooking back, like you can't see who I amThink my ***** don't know me no moreCause every time she's sad I can't console her no moreIf money buy you love, then love's not enoughSo tell my why you on your knees crying to the floorIf 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 rawIt feels better, that real pleasureI'm not real, I think I never wasI get a rush every time she let me get a touchI 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 LPI don't existHieroglyphicsPyrotechnicsMetaphysicsTelekinetics put 50k on my credit cardLook for the answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting farLet's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in LebanonDecepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]Point me to the road, and I'mma run itBloodhound with my nose to the moneyAin't *****ing with these hoesGetting duckets 'til I dieWhile my foes busy running, ***** itMarijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in publicHead in the clouds and my toes in the struggleLike who didn't test yet? Test thisThere's a few new rules in effect, ***** (go)[Verse 2: Mac Miller]See this a rather spooky action movieRoll it up and pass it to meHash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bourgieSee a creature, ass beautyNeed a feature, rather shoot meTruly *****es must have them bad jeans and back is CoogiHad to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is boomingPast the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assumingBack to doing cash pursuingPosted up like Patrick EwingRapper feuds are sad if you would battle for a stack or twoThese eloquent irrelevant sentences show my penmanship,Indefinite boundaries show you the end of itDon't forget you infested in nasty crevicesAllowing birds to fall to their death before they even flyHe and I are not the sameDoctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the painMoney in machines, those will make you changeIf I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vainBut I can't complain[Hook]
