
Date of issue: 11.04.2019
Song language: English
Too Real |
None can pull the passion loose from youth’s ungrateful hands |
As it stands, I’m about to make a lot of money |
Gold harps in the pan |
None can revolution lead with selfish needs aside |
As I cried, I’m about to make a lot of money |
Gold harps on the side |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real? |
The winter evening settles down |
The bruised and beat up open sky, six o’clock |
The city in its final dress |
And now a gusty shower wraps the grimy scraps |
Of withered leaves all about your feet |
And then the wringing of a twitching hand |
Six o’clock, six o’clock |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
None can pull the passion loose from youth’s ungrateful hands |
As it stands, I’m about to make a lot of money |
Gold harps in the pan |
None can revolution lead with selfish needs aside |
As I climbed, I’m about to make a lot of money |
Goes around and around and around |
Oh yeah, boya |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |
Is it too real for ya? |