Man, what's real?
I said, I say
Man, what's real?
Who's real?
How I'm spose to feel?
Please
Just tell me, how I'm spose to feel
Cause these days, don't feel much
Do feel rushed, don't feel in touch
Cope and heal, with every puff
Rope, steel, or bluff
Every night, contemplate
Heady strife, hard to fake
Harder to face!
Far is my chest, from its base
That shit on my hand
And my shirt, and my hoodies
Never was a flirt for the goodies
Good kid, bad man
Old soul, young mind
Stood lit, God damn
Gold soul, dumb high
Could flip, mad plans
To hold on, sun fried
Ya so I just take it, take it
Don't panic, awaken
A different side of Raynk
That's been hiding Jekyll
Decided if dying stenciled
Environment mind in, won't be as mental
Release they say, let it out
Don't reach for pay, back
Just let it go
Facts, just let it flow
Acid crack corrode my skull
And I aint even drop a tab, yet
Troglodytes tapping on tablets
Well my third eye phone
Is connected to divine satellites that hone
In on auras, from the Astrals
Well you plain
Ouroboros!
Haaa
It all comes full circle homie
Reason if you lone, you never really lonely
Accessing, Akashic Records
Protecting these honest letters
Detecting my sonnets better
Than any competitor
Haaa
But that shit don't even matter anymore
Cause I'm like, what's real?
Man, what's real?
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English
Man, what's real?
I said, I say
Man, what's real?
Who's real?
How I'm spose to feel?
Please
Just tell me, how I'm spose to feel
Cause these days, don't feel much
Do feel rushed, don't feel in touch
Cope and heal, with every puff
Rope, steel, or bluff
Every night, contemplate
Heady strife, hard to fake
Harder to face!
Far is my chest, from its base
That shit on my hand
And my shirt, and my hoodies
Never was a flirt for the goodies
Good kid, bad man
Old soul, young mind
Stood lit, God damn
Gold soul, dumb high
Could flip, mad plans
To hold on, sun fried
Ya so I just take it, take it
Don't panic, awaken
A different side of Raynk
That's been hiding Jekyll
Decided if dying stenciled
Environment mind in, won't be as mental
Release they say, let it out
Don't reach for pay, back
Just let it go
Facts, just let it flow
Acid crack corrode my skull
And I aint even drop a tab, yet
Troglodytes tapping on tablets
Well my third eye phone
Is connected to divine satellites that hone
In on auras, from the Astrals
Well you plain
Ouroboros!
Haaa
It all comes full circle homie
Reason if you lone, you never really lonely
Accessing, Akashic Records
Protecting these honest letters
Detecting my sonnets better
Than any competitor
Haaa
But that shit don't even matter anymore
Cause I'm like, what's real?
Man, what's real?
I said, I say
Man, what's real?
Who's real?
How I'm spose to feel?
Please
Just tell me, how I'm spose to feel
Cause these days, don't feel much
Do feel rushed, don't feel in touch
Cope and heal, with every puff
Rope, steel, or bluff
Every night, contemplate
Heady strife, hard to fake
Harder to face!
Far is my chest, from its base
That shit on my hand
And my shirt, and my hoodies
Never was a flirt for the goodies
Good kid, bad man
Old soul, young mind
Stood lit, God damn
Gold soul, dumb high
Could flip, mad plans
To hold on, sun fried
Ya so I just take it, take it
Don't panic, awaken
A different side of Raynk
That's been hiding Jekyll
Decided if dying stenciled
Environment mind in, won't be as mental
Release they say, let it out
Don't reach for pay, back
Just let it go
Facts, just let it flow
Acid crack corrode my skull
And I aint even drop a tab, yet
Troglodytes tapping on tablets
Well my third eye phone
Is connected to divine satellites that hone
In on auras, from the Astrals
Well you plain
Ouroboros!
Haaa
It all comes full circle homie
Reason if you lone, you never really lonely
Accessing, Akashic Records
Protecting these honest letters
Detecting my sonnets better
Than any competitor
Haaa
But that shit don't even matter anymore
Cause I'm like, what's real?
Man, what's real?
Writer: Lance Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid