Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Thing , by - Tune-Yards. Song from the album Nikki Nack, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 04.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 4AD
Song language: English
Real Thing |
| Givin' up what you've got |
| What you are, you're simply not |
| Aren't you tired of this game? |
| And all the emptiness of your fame |
| You can't hold tight to what you have |
| Cause there is nothing there to grab |
| Now life is a shadow of the thought |
| You never did have what you thought you got |
| I'm no real thing |
| They say I'm the real thing |
| (Oh no) |
| I sound like the real thing |
| (Oh no) |
| Sing it real loud like the real thing |
| Makin' 'em proud like the real thing |
| (Lalala) |
| I come from the land of slaves |
| (Lalala) |
| Let's go Redskins |
| Let's go Braves |
| (Lalala) |
| You want the truth in tomes |
| Dig this dirt and sift out the bones |
| They said I'm the real thing |
| (Oh no) |
| I sound like the real thing |
| (Oh no) |
| Joke's on you |
| All askew |
| Heard my name in Timbuktu |
| (Lalala) |
| Now I got it |
| All mangled |
| (Lalala) |
| Cut it out it's all tangled |
| Star spangled |
| Givin' up what you've got |
| And what you are, you're simply not |
| Aren't you tired of this game? |
| And all the emptiness of your fame |
| You can't hold tight to what you have |
| Cause there is nothing there to grab |
| Now life is a shadow of the thought |
| You never did have what you thought you got |
| Oh, I'm no real thing |
| Water ain't water if water is wet |
| (Oh no) |
| Don't ever pay me |
| I look good in debt |
| (Oh no) |
| Red, white, blue course through my veins |
| Binge 'n purge the USA |
| Why are you afraid about pants size ten? |
| Humadum, rumadum |
| They're chosen girls |
| While you worry about dress size 6 |
| They're winning the tricks |
| Those tricks, those tricks, oh |
| Just what is the real thing? |
| (Oh no) |
| Don't call me the real thing |
| (Oh no) |
| The search for the real thing |
| (Oh no) |
| The curse of the real thing |
| Lalala |
| I come from the land of shame |
| Blood and guts are all I claim, singing |
| Givin' up what you've got |
| Aren't you tired of this game? |
| You can't hold tight to what you've got |
| You never did have what you thought you got |
| Oh my god I use my lungs |
| (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs) |
| Soft and loud, anyway feels good |
| (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs) |
| Oh my heat up in my bones |
| (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs) |
| Perched atop my drumming flam |
| (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs) |
| Ate food that fed me |
| (Bless my lungs) |
| Seed planted itself in my stomach and bled me |
| Read some words that led me |
| Knee ache, skin leathery |
| Put up a fight and you're my pride |
| Swell, my fist right through a tube |
| Glory, glory it's good to be me |
| Ugly one be you, who you are |
| Ugly one be you, who you are |
| Ugly but pretty overrated |
| It's complicated |
| I'm a real thing |
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