Testo Real - Grifdorf
Testo della canzone Real (Grifdorf), tratta dall'album Griftape
[VERSE 1]
Real
Say how you feel
Write the thoughts running
In my mind so I can deal
Too real for TV
Too real for movies
Too real for music
Too real for the people that I see
Running on pure spirit
My soul, written so y'all can feel it
In my mind I got a hundred Grammy's
Wonder why they try to shoot me down
Like the mom of Bambi
Y'all can't live my life
Crazy how I met Sandy
This is everything I care about baby
Yo ain't no plan B
Honesty and positivity, all we tryna bring
A little humor and a bit of weed
They gon' make me sing
Oh, don't make me sing
Oh, don't make me rap and sting you
Gotta stop moving just like a fiend do
They think routine gon fix me
Y'all so blendy like plexiglass
If ya ain't first ya last
Said Ricky Bobby
Only keep good people around me
Wash your mouth with Downey
If you talking down to me
My crew so rowdy
[VERSE 2]
Working on my focus, I'm tryna make magic
Hocus pocus, fuck the potus
Worlds in shambles if you don't notice
I'm the dopest, but a lot of days, I'm dazed
And I'm looking for hope inside myself
Praying the light stays
Been through so much since 2020
We all seen trauma so young
Civilization broke down so many
Lost friends in the new town, don't talk to me
I just wanna scream it all out
I don't need your sympathy
But maybe some empathy cuz I'm trying so hard
To hold it together in this world full of scars
But we patch it like Adam's
Clown eyes, red ear drums
Must be the bass up in ya face, man
Y'all can't fathom
When we go platinum all them losers back in school
Who picked on me and my friends
Oh now they think we cool
Whatever though, use it as fuel, sensitivity is my jewel
Wasting ur time while I'm over here spinning my spool
Crafting the threads of an empire
The nerdy kids are tired of y'all
Bullshit
We gon' run it
This sound like a revolution
Breaking the institution of what you used to think was cool
Yo, I ain't done
I barely started yet, so much good to come and I want all of it
All of life, the highs, the lows
The rights, the no's, the dives into the pit
Just happy I'm alive
Help some people what I strive to do
Pull em out the mud
When I used to bike 120 minutes out to buds
Cuz I ain't trust no one to take me, but I needed that buzz
Now I'm cruising in the CR-V
Screaming out the lyrics before they out
Took em out my mouth
[VERSE 3]
Real shit rhyming on drums
Bars to kill with
Here's to shitting on you bums
I'm just built dif'
Doing my little funny dance
There ya go grif
My arms strong like Lance
And y'all still so stiff
Y'all still want a lift
But I can't give to ya
Cuz I don't trust y'all fake ass hoo-ya
Everybody just tryna make the moola
But we gon' do it with our heart, yelling boo-ya!
We still OutKast like Hey Ya
All Star like Smash Mouth
Ba-Ha Men, shoutout Shrek
Had the soundtrack banging
Megamind mixed with Jimmy Neutron sanging
Jack Black's praises
He guide me out the mazes
He still going that cray-zay
That's Po and Nacho Libre
Get lost in the clouds, my Dream Works
Like the Man on the Moon, Cudi still first
Obsessed with storytelling
Hope this is compelling
Showing REAL emotions
Can't just go through the motions
And I been there, and I done that
Inner child just came back
Running up the hill with a backpack
My keyboard and my arm tat of
My little guy doodle
Kept me a good noodle
Trip to Flooby-Nooby
Sabre watching the Tuned movie
We found that shit on Tubi
We really did though - TYLER
I'm a beauty
There's nothing you can do to me cuz
I'm 1000, y'all just booty
Long bombs away like Kyle Mooney
[OUTRO]
Real shit, I can still spit, GRIFDORF
GRIFTAPE!
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Writer(s): Griffin Christopher Jones, Michael Tyler Smith
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