Correction Lyrics Real Life Fantasy '14 by Fred E.t.

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[Fred E.T.]

Stayin' sober 'cause I'm by my lonesome
Put that bleezy down
'cause I'm tryna learn you somethin'
Real life got control of us
Fantasy be trollin' us
Real life got control of us
Fantasy be trollin' us
Real life got control of us
Still I'm smokin' now I'm with the homies
Pass that bleezy now
Lord knows i been duckin' trouble
Real life still be trollin' us
Fantasies we hope'll come
Real life still be trollin' us
Fantasies we hope'll come
Fantasies we hope'll come

[Fred E.T.]

Skin compliment her thread preference in earth tones
Spoke about astrology
Never commented birthstones
So much to live fo' between
Womb home and tombstone she asked me what exactly is it that I'm waiting for
"You don't wanna miss when opportunities come" I told her
"Still preparing here and there but barely am I ever worrisome"
Short-cuts I never heard of em
Chose music, no excuses, shot in the dark then i start to seeing how my struggles come
To get to where you aspire
Trial and error so vital
Share them with you, I grow higher, I
Tap the thinking caps from anime to ex chain gang
One kinetic mind I see we all been on the same page
Let me paint this scene
Car shut down, 233
Wasn't long before I lost another J. O. B., UH!
Lot of Soulo hoe, along with Neo-Soul in the Kia soul knockin'
Watchin potholes on a daily 24, negus souls rot
Whole plot to cop the mary janet, takin' notes in conversation on the special lady that we truly want
Negus felt lost, God why ya do it? U my biggest tutor, than it hit me, it was nothin more than merely testing my endurance, just some reassurance that it's gonna alright, okay
Still i runaway
Give and you take
My home ain't been the same
Graceful escape
Ease up that pain

[Fred E.T.]

Maybe I complain too much
Or think I ain't great enough
Feelin' like a selfish f*ck on the brink self destruct
And the silver line that breed success and luck
Still get bent outta shape
Retrace regret
Erase my wrongs
Lemme get a hold of god's template
Drawin blanks when that paper sketchy
Square one
I been thinkin' how to be a better writer so you know it ain't no comparin' none
But when that funk hit ya, ain't no tellin' bruh
Gotta turn my volume up to Erykah
Airing out the self doubt route, & overcast of some advice I never asked-
*For*ge an autograph to any fair weather, hoppin' out the woodwork type of nigga who done came up missin' when my soul and shadow mirrored in appearance, all i had was Auntie Angie for a therapeutic listen just to calm her nephew nerves down
What's the word now?
Fendin' for myself is what i learn now
Got growin' up to do
Huntin' W's
No avail, years later still I'm in the crib, not obeying curfews
Ready for apartment, renaissance to get to poppin', buy exclusive pairs of extra butter shoes
Hard to pull off when ya wallet often disagree with you
Data overused, and it's overdue, sittin' back like
Shoulda, woulda, coulda kept my android, contrary to
What the Romans do
Now i got the iPhone text bubble blues
Stress humbles you
Just know that you..
You are not alone
What you do when the world ignoring you?
Depression burst pipe dreams
My schemes high key bullet proof
Conquer any target that u stepped foot to
Be better brother & impress ma dukes and I'm..

[Fred E.T.]

Im dyin' to lead yo mind astray
Life in dire need to rely on me
Don't let opportunity just fly away
Digging deep within and you'll find a way

It don't make no sense
But it make perfect sense (x8)

[Fred E.T.]

I recall an interest of mine she never mind the time for meetin' up to vibe
I just wanted to see you, inside i sigh
Fine as she wanna be on her downtime
And I mean effort free
Go back a little while, so she F with me
Casual small talk and admiration of each other's thoughts
You said u plan to head west
I planned to be
The next K. West from where we stay
That's once I break
You pumped my brakes
Told me to be the first me I could be
Resonated in my head 'til this day
Now I'm rebellious against the grain
Alluding to gainin' props from the jump
Off the top, but the style ain't free
Prototype project and I've seen
Myself grow into E.T.,
Just to realize I'm wearing my inner G
Outside on my sleeve, down to the stitches in the fabric around the seams
Ever since "H.O.C." by K-D-O-T, he told me "You don't need weed to sound hungry"
And lead ya peeps to high degrees accompanied with the coldest metaphors and similes that they ever seen on this side of the hemisphere
Never fear of those who won't care
I'll be the man to y'all eventually
But you can't be a man in ya momma's crib!
Then i teeter totter on his trust again
Still it's hard for a young black man out in America, just to make it to some of these next weeks is a miracle
At least in this place
And it seems I misplaced...
My f*ckin'...
f*ckin' phone

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