Sessions - Real

As you can tell, I ain’t down with it
Sweat goin’ down to the ground, ay
I can’t commit, never getting around to it
White walls but I don’t think I’m brown innit
I still ain’t ever been down with it
Far from water, but I stay drowning
Based homes that’s always my surroundings
Take my element, then I start struggling
And there’s fake crowds
And there’s fake news
In this fake house, and these fake moods
And these fake people
And these fake things
End this fake love, I want the real thing
And these fake crowds
And these fake news
In this fake house, and these fake moods
And these fake people
And these fake things
End this fake love, I want the real thing
Shit, another planet would be nice to have
When y’all stay prideful, man yes it’s that bad
Fake humbleness still runs rampant
I’m so pretty well, here’s a news flash
Quit
Lying to yourself, it just looks sad
Act your age, shut up and get with the program
With the clique, but i’m still nomad
We all live in the cloud atlas
I appear toxic, but it’s my insecurity doing the talking
I hate myself, but not deeply it’s just the fear calling
My number on my new phone
Or should I say the source of my problems alone
My doubt, my envy, my follower count
I’m loneliness, my god, I’m such a loser now
I mean, I’m just thinking in my head
But I do it so-so much I missed whatever the fuck you just said, yuh
I can never listen, I can never care
I can make a face, I can just stare
I can push people away, even my closest friends
How bad can I fuck up, where does this end?
I won’t kill myself ever, I ain’t got the balls
I’ll probably just eventually hit the fourth wall
But can I love someone really, or be loved?
All I can say is that I’m real, shit that’s all
And these fake crowds
And these fake news
In this fake house, and these fake moods
And these fake people
And these fake things
End this fake love, I want the real thing
And these fake crowds
And these fake news
In this fake house, and these fake moods
And these fake people
And these fake things
End this fake love, I want the real thing
It’s crazy what a year’ll do to ya
Look what a month’ll do to me
What a week’ll do to us
How far we’ve come, yeah it’s hard to believe
Realness is what I strive to achieve
The truth nowadays is hard to perceive
Easy to deceive
Die to relieve
Fuck is January?
Shit's bad, at least I concede
Searching for a real love, someday
Someone to set my heart free, ok
I hope the universe love you today
Cause the energy I carry is sex, art and Runaway
Inspired by true events, no way
I pray to no one, but I hope that cliche
Someone real is sent, hellbent
Cause ain’t nobody praying for me
See how well that went
Finish the word R-E-A
And these fake crowds
And these fake news
In this fake house, and these fake moods
And these fake people
And these fake things
End this fake love, I want the real thing
And these fake crowds
And these fake news
In this fake house, and these fake moods
And these fake people
And these fake things
End this fake love, I want the real thing
(I just had to say something)
(I couldn’t stay quiet no more)
(What is this?)
(Who are you?)
(What are we, going to be?)
(I need to be real with you, for once in my life…)
Hey, might as well start now, y’know... where are we?

Written by:
Manuel Guerrero Zdeinert

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