Real Thing (Explicit) - Tune-Yards

Tune-Yards

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Real Thing (Explicit) - Tune-Yards 歌词

Real Thing (Explicit) - Tune-Yards

Givin' up what you've got

What you are you're simply not

Aren't you tired of this game

And all the emptiness of your fame

You can't hold tight to what you have

Cause there is nothing there to grab

Now life is a shadow of the butt

You never did have what you thought you got

I'm no real thing

They say I'm the real thing

Oh no

I sound like the real thing

Oh no

Sing it real loud like the real thing

Oh no

Makin' 'em proud like the real thing

Lalala

I come from the land of slaves

Lalala

Let's go redskins

Let's go braves

Lalala

You want the truth in tomes

Dig this dirt and sift out the bones

They said I'm the real thing

Oh no

I sound like the real thing

Oh no

Joke's on you

All askew

Heard my name in Timbuktu

Lalala

Now I got it

All mangled

Lalala

Cut it out it's all tangled

Star spangled

Givin' up what you've got

What you are you're simply not

Aren't you tired of this game

And all the emptiness of your fame

You can't hold tight to what you have

Cause there is nothing there to grab

Now life is a shadow of the butt

You never did have what you thought you got

Oh I'm no real thing

Water ain't water is wet

Oh no

Don't ever pay me

I look good in debt

Oh no

Red white blue course through my veins

Binge 'n purge the USA

Why are you afraid about pants size ten

Humadum rumadum

They're chosen girls

While you worry about chest size 6

They're winning the tricks

Those tricks those tricks oh

Just 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 thing

Lalala

I come from the land of shame

Blood and guts are all I claim singing

Givin' up what you've got

Aren't you tired of this game

You can't hold tight to what you've got

You never did have what you thought you got

Oh my god I use my lungs

Soft and loud anyway feels good

Oh my heat up in my bones

Perched atop my drumming flame

Ate food that fed me

Seed planted itself in my stomach and bled me

Read some words that led me

Knee ache skin leathery

Put up a fight and you're my pride

Swell my fist right through a tube

Glory glory it's good to be me

Ugly one be you who you are

Ugly one be you who you are

Ugly but pretty you're all ready

It's complicated

I'm a real thing

Real thing