| I woke up to a warm corona
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| A cold blanket, see I warned you, I’m a loner
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| Instead of a morning Folgers
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| My day was born boring and colder
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| No-one knows if i was snoring or sober
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| It’s her fault, pick a chick
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| So many distances getting depicted
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| But in this instance
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| I isolated myself, my passion is making me selfish
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| Say that you felt it
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| I’m out of luck, like the '98 Celtics
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| The Wicked Witch of the world, I stay meltin'
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| But my boomstick landed, I have to get candid
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| I got dark and was told to can it
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| Most of this album is self-loathing and damage
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| Forced to have fun like a Freshman on campus
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| I study hip-hop, which isn’t to say I love it
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| But I was struggling so much I need a new budget
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| Am I real, am I a lie?
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| Can you feel what I provide?
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| This is apart of real life
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| This is the art of real life
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| But I wonder what you feel like
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| In my world outside a real life
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| Fuck it, I love this thing
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| I bring justice to dreams
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| I guess I’m stuck in the scene
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| My old friends were just along for the ride
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| As long as I provide, they like every song I write
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| I sip the warmths of vessyl like I was on but messed up
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| Not at all gone, I’m next up
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| The Pink Lavalamp is on the dresser
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| The girl that understands moved on, I left her
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| The strongest lesson, never let them see you sweat
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| I used to sweat and bleed in bed
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| She would touch my scars by grazing my lips with a kiss
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| We made love so sacred, and blissful, and intent
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| And though the pain was pleasure I swore I could make it better
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| It was after sex that I promised I would stay forever
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| But I didn’t the clefs are my deepest lovers
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| Damn music we need each other
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| I climb back under the blanket and watch Southpark on mute
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| Wondering what they meant
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| Sometimes I wanna be ancient to have obvious wisdom so you can think while you
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| rock to the rhythm, I’m not kiddin'
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| Young whipper snappers are spittin' crack and livin' the facts
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| Of which I’m after
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| I’ll bite their style with a different laughter
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| I would’ve said witches but wisdom tells me to zip it
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| I’m confident in my penmanship, wish I could say the same for the censorship
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| I get it miss, the world has to relate, so instead of masturbate
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| I would rather have a debate
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| I’ve been toxic with Gothic gospel, now my logic is not as hostile
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| I hope you like it in recent years I’ve been so defiant
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| Now pray I have the heart to the open minded |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Life , by - Charles Hamilton. Song from the album Hamilton, Charles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп