I'm Not Real (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

Passport, filling it up with stamps

Set a camp up on my land, swarm 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 me why you're 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 them 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

Hieroglyphics

Pyrotechnics

Metaphysics

Telekinetics put 50k on my credit 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

Getting dockets 'til I die

While my foes busy running, fuck it

Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public

Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle

Like, who didn't test yet? Test this

Few new rules in effect, bitch

Yeah, see this a rather spooky action movie

Roll it up and pass it to me

Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie

See a creature, ass beauty

Need a feature, rather shoot me

Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is Corgi

Had to do these rapper tunes, to let 'em know the trap is booming

Past the views of Catholic's schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming

Back to doing cash pursuing

Posted up like Patrick Ewing

Rapper fuser, 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

Getting dockets 'til I die

While my foes busy running, fuck it

Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public

Head in the clouds, but my toes in the struggle

Like, who didn't test yet? Test this

Few new rules in effect, bitch