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lando chill - that's real lyrics
[intro]
and that’s real
what up, phen?
dunkey, d funk
young pike on the bag tho
michael, what up?
[verse 1]
i used to dream about whippin’ a mercedes
two kids with the model type lady
we had it all, even the government paid me
to make the world a better place on the daily
see them are dreams we just up in a pipe with no light
and expect the shit to burn without a higher mindset
and that’s real
realer oceans with no seals, bodies with no pills
and cities that never heal
life’s like, peep the cliff around the next turn
but you ain’t drivin, end up in an urn what you done earned
ain’t vibin, concede the paper chase ain’t a race most thrive in
except if your scientist be jivin’
right now, it’s a struggle to be glad
for what you’re worth is, worthless
even though my soul knows it’s purpose
to turn these words into a movement that’s really worth shit
worth shit
but, maybe baby
if i was born in the eighties
i’d be less lazy and a little more crazy
wonder about the youth on the daily
you see ’cause we slidin’ in like our golf game was daley
littered with laughs like when stewart left the daily
but shit ain’t funny when your motive is the money
it would k!ll your fellow man for their milk and honey
k!ll your fellow men for their milk and honey
[chorus]
and that’s real
realer than oceans with no seals
bodies with no pills and cities that never heal
and that’s real, and that’s real
and that’s real, lil homie that’s real
and that’s real
realer than oceans with no seals
bodies with no pills and cities that never heal
and that’s real, and that’s real
and that’s real
[verse 2]
truth be told i don’t even like milk
lactose to the folks who barter debt for nice silk
of the ilk called the overachievers
slinging cleavers of meat
at bare feet of the richest of leaders
you see, i’m the prince and pauper of the land of rap ether
got funk like aretha, deft words like a teacher
yet a nigga swore to god he wouldn’t become a preacher
now i’m preaching about teachings i done picked up on the weekend?
i’m weak, then
[bridge]
’cause she taste good as some wheat thins
spilling these crumbs on her sequin
fucking to the weeknd
but the poor still don’t eat then
[verse 3]
i guess the first world probs
drowned out the second and third
i reckon my words, would lessen the pain
of hitting the curb
because your horse was kind of high, though
like the kind of high if i got to work with flylo
like the kind of high is my first name was michael
and hit a shot on craig ehlo despite the height, though
despite natural spite i think us aight, though
from some heights, our noose is from a tight rope
[chorus]
and that’s real
realer than oceans with no seals
bodies with no pills and cities that never heal
and that’s real, and that’s real
and that’s real
and that’s real
realer than oceans with no seals
bodies with no pills and cities that never heal
and that’s real, and that’s real
lil homie, that’s real
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