Lyrics Realestate - Joe Budden

Yeah, Joe
It's that on top music
Ayo, wait a minute

Yo, I left the jumpsuit on a park bench
Slept there, smellin' like the park stench
Freezin', covered with a dark trench
That room, more like the Kryptonite to my Clark Kent
Tired of all the IQ tests, and all the arguments
Nurses light the candles with the calm scents
I ain't been calm since, they actin' like I ain't got any common sense
Too much time spent for a godsend
So I left on my own reconnaissance, handful of Klonopins

Lookin' for a car jack vict', preferably dark tints
Seems you got to eat to get even and my odds slim
They say I'm a animal, cannibal, hannibal
Lookin' at my past I see how that's understandable
So you god damn right I'm unmanageable
Everything I'm lookin' at is a fuckin intangible
Got me thinking that I'm really a skits
Maybe that room didn't really exist, 'cause I left, but...

These walls still closing, and the room starts spinnin'
And the ceiling starts falling and the devil starts grinnin'
The floor starts droppin' and my eyes get heavy
Then my ears start bleeding from the lies niggas fed me
Then the door slams shut and my legs try to run
But my feet won't move then my body gets numb
And I ain't on pills, I can't explain how I feel
Will somebody tell me this ain't real?! (Realestate)

My reality is all reality
They reality is all perception
In my reality that's an infection
My reality don't want no part of that detection
So I pick it up and move it to another section
They reality you would think is full of perfection
Correction, they reality is all deception
In reality only few will make that connection
But if you like me you know not to take that direction

If reality is dead, I'm the resurrection
Nominate myself so let's skip over the election
They'll say I'm the wrong selection
Don't meet they expectance
But I ain't lookin' for motherfuckin' acceptance
Fuck y'all expect shit, the mud on ya white glove
Reality is full of rules, I'm full of objections
They reality is a big misconception
So I left just to lose my recollection! But still...
Realestate

These walls still closing, and the room starts spinnin'
And the ceiling starts falling and the devil starts grinnin'
The floor starts droppin' and my eyes get heavy
Then my ears start bleeding from the lies niggas fed me
Then the door slams shut and my legs try to run
But my feet won't move then my body gets numb
And I ain't on pills, I can't explain how I feel
Will somebody tell me this ain't real?! (Realestate)

They say money makes the world go 'round
But it really doesn't
Did I think I was in a room, when I really wasn't?
I thought I was on the move, wasn't really budging
But you ain't never wore my shoes, who you really judging?
Some people are so judgmental, I'll allow that
You can judge anything but my mental
He don't know what I been through
From results of the pencil, cuts from being resentful
Don't cover much of the stencil

When I couldn't walk, they ain't have a crutch to lend dude
So I say what I feel, fuck if I offend you
Some fail, maybe some have succeeded
Some need to be wanted, some wanna be needed
I scream and yell; they don't hear my call
And it seems much as I fell, don't know where I fall
Not at all, I'm just actin' out fate
But ain't much change since I escaped, all I know is

These walls still closing, and the room starts spinnin'
And the ceiling starts falling and the devil starts grinnin'
The floor starts droppin' and my eyes get heavy
Then my ears start bleeding from the lies niggas fed me
Then the door slams shut and my legs try to run
But my feet won't move then my body gets numb
And I ain't on pills, I can't explain how I feel
Will somebody tell me this ain't real?!
Realestate