Текст песни Real Tings - Warren Christian feat. Parris Chariz

I work my tail, been trying to get this message out i′m like a mail office
Been focused on the ups so please don't down talk us
I do this on account of sacrifices made for us
On the cross and mama′s working overtime hours
So I can mind my field of diamonds build my mind power
And papa told me in His purpose is where we find ours
But lost in mine on busy day's i'm trying to find the hours
To keep the fragrance in a world that praises dying flowers
Wannabe Idols, but i′m feeling more like Simon Cowell
I just don′t feel it, I just don't see it
All your ideas you′re putting them all together they breaking quick like Ikea
Let me hear something realer!
You a boss, you a hustla, you a killa killa killa with the steel
Peel a cap in your story it's already fill with holes
But the holes in his hands bring my faking to a close
Played the uptown villian many years with grimace
Now i′m moving with no label like i'm dropped by Russell Simmons
In the whip through the tinting, you can see me
Shining light inside me got you squinting (got you squinting)
Got you squinting ha

I just want a real thing for us
Auntie sold the birds the door
I just want to sell it out the stores
They don′t understand the way for us
Always wanna pop up for the right
Never been a keep it real type
You just want to fake it till it come
You just wanna shine like the sun
This for the real truth yeah yeah

Always Real Always Me
Always ready for whatever never woah is me
Check my history consistent with the flow is me
And for the real come and talk to me like Jodeci
In Arizona with the cactus and the palm trees
Never hiding it's just way to hot for long sleeves
So my heart is on our arm right near the time piece
With my brothers and my squad is where I find peace
Yeah Yeah Yo
120 I go - Pray for enemies (Pray for them, pray for them)
I learned to love and not hate for them
When you speak truth that's the truth that′s not safe for them!
I know my God is my guard not forsaken him
I just stay cooking his love is my a-p-ron uh...
You don′t want the real you want the faux huh?
Them Air Jordans with the extra O huh?

I just want a real thing for us
Auntie sold the birds the door
I just want to sell it out the stores
They don't understand the way for us
Always wanna pop up for the right
Never been a keep it real type
You just want to fake it till it come
You just wanna shine like the sun
This for the real truth yeah yeah