Real Life Music Lyrics
| Song | Real Life Music |
| Artist | Trip Lee |
| Album | Between Two Worlds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barefield, Chu | |
| Yea, look | |
| Eh, they say hind sight is 20/20, well they right it's behind me | |
| Back for the third time, you know where to find me | |
| Hanging on the coat tail of | |
| Christ who designed me | |
| Keep me off your brain, in other words don't mind me | |
| The Lord keeps me low no matter where them folks fly me | |
| Message so timeless, the beats so timely | |
| Spittin for my boss like | |
| He signed me | |
| Usually roll with a group of brothers like the | |
| Isleys We came to spit it for the | |
| King that you can't erase | |
| We give you facts over music, call it databass (yes sir) | |
| We press forward to the prize hope we ain't astray | |
| No fallin back from the goal, no fade aways | |
| Pour my heart out when | |
| I write till it pumps on the page | |
| Beats over the beat, and it jumps on the stage | |
| Cries out for the souls that are hurtin finna lose it | |
| Here to lift you up call it elevator music | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Get dem hands up for that real life music | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Getcha mind ready for that real life music | |
| Just wanna give you somethin real | |
| Ain't comin atcha neck, no we ain't comin atcha grill | |
| Eh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you something real | |
| Look, eh too many spit that fake rap that most just can't relate to | |
| They ain't got no maybach, they don't get to make rules | |
| They not tryna make stacks, they just tryna make due | |
| Waitin for that payback, for all the work that they do | |
| We ain't in a dream world, we spittin that real life | |
| We live in the real world, and know just what it feels like | |
| So we pressin in like steel spikes | |
| To stand in a fallen world it don't feel nice | |
| Eh, even if you're rich or you gotta lota cash | |
| You still not exempt as everybody on the map | |
| We all feel the pressure heavy burdens on our backs | |
| Everyday it's still hard, but we learnin like it's class | |
| In this cold cold world, where them scammers be | |
| And so many lost they footin, like an amputee | |
| We know that everybody wonder why the worlds gone wrong | |
| Got some real life music fo' ya dome, gone | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Get dem hands up for that real life music | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Getcha mind ready for that real life music | |
| Just wanna give you somethin real | |
| Ain't comin atcha neck, no we ain't comin atcha grill | |
| Eh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you something real |
| zuo qu : Barefield, Chu | |
| Yea, look | |
| Eh, they say hind sight is 20 20, well they right it' s behind me | |
| Back for the third time, you know where to find me | |
| Hanging on the coat tail of | |
| Christ who designed me | |
| Keep me off your brain, in other words don' t mind me | |
| The Lord keeps me low no matter where them folks fly me | |
| Message so timeless, the beats so timely | |
| Spittin for my boss like | |
| He signed me | |
| Usually roll with a group of brothers like the | |
| Isleys We came to spit it for the | |
| King that you can' t erase | |
| We give you facts over music, call it databass yes sir | |
| We press forward to the prize hope we ain' t astray | |
| No fallin back from the goal, no fade aways | |
| Pour my heart out when | |
| I write till it pumps on the page | |
| Beats over the beat, and it jumps on the stage | |
| Cries out for the souls that are hurtin finna lose it | |
| Here to lift you up call it elevator music | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Get dem hands up for that real life music | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Getcha mind ready for that real life music | |
| Just wanna give you somethin real | |
| Ain' t comin atcha neck, no we ain' t comin atcha grill | |
| Eh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you something real | |
| Look, eh too many spit that fake rap that most just can' t relate to | |
| They ain' t got no maybach, they don' t get to make rules | |
| They not tryna make stacks, they just tryna make due | |
| Waitin for that payback, for all the work that they do | |
| We ain' t in a dream world, we spittin that real life | |
| We live in the real world, and know just what it feels like | |
| So we pressin in like steel spikes | |
| To stand in a fallen world it don' t feel nice | |
| Eh, even if you' re rich or you gotta lota cash | |
| You still not exempt as everybody on the map | |
| We all feel the pressure heavy burdens on our backs | |
| Everyday it' s still hard, but we learnin like it' s class | |
| In this cold cold world, where them scammers be | |
| And so many lost they footin, like an amputee | |
| We know that everybody wonder why the worlds gone wrong | |
| Got some real life music fo' ya dome, gone | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Get dem hands up for that real life music | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Getcha mind ready for that real life music | |
| Just wanna give you somethin real | |
| Ain' t comin atcha neck, no we ain' t comin atcha grill | |
| Eh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you something real |
| zuò qǔ : Barefield, Chu | |
| Yea, look | |
| Eh, they say hind sight is 20 20, well they right it' s behind me | |
| Back for the third time, you know where to find me | |
| Hanging on the coat tail of | |
| Christ who designed me | |
| Keep me off your brain, in other words don' t mind me | |
| The Lord keeps me low no matter where them folks fly me | |
| Message so timeless, the beats so timely | |
| Spittin for my boss like | |
| He signed me | |
| Usually roll with a group of brothers like the | |
| Isleys We came to spit it for the | |
| King that you can' t erase | |
| We give you facts over music, call it databass yes sir | |
| We press forward to the prize hope we ain' t astray | |
| No fallin back from the goal, no fade aways | |
| Pour my heart out when | |
| I write till it pumps on the page | |
| Beats over the beat, and it jumps on the stage | |
| Cries out for the souls that are hurtin finna lose it | |
| Here to lift you up call it elevator music | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Get dem hands up for that real life music | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Getcha mind ready for that real life music | |
| Just wanna give you somethin real | |
| Ain' t comin atcha neck, no we ain' t comin atcha grill | |
| Eh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you something real | |
| Look, eh too many spit that fake rap that most just can' t relate to | |
| They ain' t got no maybach, they don' t get to make rules | |
| They not tryna make stacks, they just tryna make due | |
| Waitin for that payback, for all the work that they do | |
| We ain' t in a dream world, we spittin that real life | |
| We live in the real world, and know just what it feels like | |
| So we pressin in like steel spikes | |
| To stand in a fallen world it don' t feel nice | |
| Eh, even if you' re rich or you gotta lota cash | |
| You still not exempt as everybody on the map | |
| We all feel the pressure heavy burdens on our backs | |
| Everyday it' s still hard, but we learnin like it' s class | |
| In this cold cold world, where them scammers be | |
| And so many lost they footin, like an amputee | |
| We know that everybody wonder why the worlds gone wrong | |
| Got some real life music fo' ya dome, gone | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Get dem hands up for that real life music | |
| Eh, this that real life music | |
| Getcha mind ready for that real life music | |
| Just wanna give you somethin real | |
| Ain' t comin atcha neck, no we ain' t comin atcha grill | |
| Eh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you something real |
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