paroles de chanson I'm Not Real (feat. Earl Sweatshirt) - Earl Sweatshirt , Mac Miller

Passport, filling it up with stamps
Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan
She keep on asking for a rack so I ran
Looking back, like you can't see who I am
Think my bitch don't know me no more
'Cause every time she's sad, I can't console her no more

If money buy you love, then love's not enough
So tell my why you on your knees crying to the floor
If you had the chance
Would you take the time you need to make it right?
The clouds are gray
But would you pay the price to paint 'em white?

Might have a baby on the way, 'cause I been going in raw
It feels better, that real pleasure
I'm not real, I think I never was
I get a rush every time she let me get a touch
I need to feel that (love), I need to feel that (pain)
My garden hasn't been growing, so can you bring that (rain)
I keep my head up (high), a little fed up (lies)
They always tell me where my mind is on this LP

I don't (exist), hiero (glyphics)
Pyro (technics), meta (physics)
Telekinetics put 50K on my credit card (card)
Look for the answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting far
Let's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon
Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone

Point me to the road, and I'ma run it
Bloodhound with my nose to the money
Ain't fucking with these hoes (never that)
Getting duckets 'til I die, while my foes busy running
Fuck it, marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public
Head in the clouds and my toes in the struggle
Like who didn't test yet? Test this
There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (go)

See this a rather spooky action movie, roll it up and pass it to me
Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bourgie
(See a creature) at its beauty, (need a feature) rather shoot me
Truly, bitches must have them bad jeans and back is Coogi
Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming
Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming

Back to doing (cash pursuing), posted up like (Patrick Ewing)
Rapper feuds are sad if you would battle for a stack or two
These eloquent irrelevant sentences show my penmanship
Indefinite boundaries show you the end of it
Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices
Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly
He and I are not the same
Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain
Money in machines, those will make you change
If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain, but I can't complain

Point me to the road, and I'ma run it
Bloodhound with my nose to the money
Ain't fucking with these hoes (never that)
Getting duckets 'til I die, while my foes busy running
Fuck it, marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public
Head in the clouds and my toes in the struggle
Like who didn't test yet? Test this
There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (listen up, go)