Tune-yards - Real Thing Lyrics
Givin' up what you've gotAnd what you are, you're simply notAren't you tired of this game?And all the emptiness of your fameYou can't hold tight to what you haveCause there is nothing there to grabNow life is a shadow of the buttYou never did have what you thought you gotI'm no real thingThey say I'm the real thing(Oh no)I sound like the real thing(Oh no)Sing it real loud like the real thingMakin' 'em proud like the real thing(Lalala)I come from the land of slaves(Lalala)Let's go RedskinsLet's go Braves(Lalala)You want the truth in tomesDig this dirt and sift out the bonesThey said I'm the real thing(Oh no)I sound like the real thing(Oh no)Joke's on youAll askewHeard my name in Timbuktu(Lalala)Now I got itAll mangled(Lalala)Cut it out it's all tangledStar spangledGivin' up what you've gotAnd what you are, you're simply notAren't you tired of this game?And all the emptiness of your fameYou can't hold tight to what you haveCause there is nothing there to grabNow life is a shadow of the buttYou never did have what you thought you gotOh, I'm no real thingWater ain't water if water is wet(Oh no)Don't ever pay meI look good in debt(Oh no)Red, white, blue course through my veinsBinge 'n purge the USAWhy are you afraid about pants size ten?Humadum, rumadumThey're chosen girlsWhile you worry about chest size 6They're winning the tricksThose tricks, those tricks, ohJust what is the real thing?(Oh no)Don't call my the real thing(Oh no)The search for the real thing(Oh no)The curse of the real thingLalalaI come from the land of shameBlood and guts are all I claim, singingGivin' up what you've gotAren't you tired of this game?You can't hold tight to what you've gotYou never did have what you thought you gotOh my god I use my lungs(Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)Soft and loud, anyway feels good(Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)Oh my heat up in my bones(Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)Perched atop my drumming flam(Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)Ate food that fed me(Bless my lungs)Seed planted itself in my stomach and bled meRead some words that led meKnee ache, skin leatheryPut up a fight and you're my prideSwell, my fist right through a tubeGlory, glory it's good to be meUgly one be you, who you areUgly one be you, who you areUgly but pretty you're all readyIt's complicatedI'm a real thingReal thing [x14]
