Real Thing lyrics
by Tune-Yards
[Chorus]
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 thought
You never did have what you thought you got
[Verse 1]
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 (Oh, la, la, la)
I come from the land of slaves (La, la, la)
Let's go Redskins, let's go Braves (La, la, la)
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 (La, la, la)
Now I got it all mangled (La, la, la)
Cut it out, it's all tangled
Star-spangled
[Chorus]
Givin' up what you've got
And 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 thought
You never did have what you thought you got
[Verse 2]
Oh, I'm no real thing (Oh)
Water ain't water if 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 and purge the USA (Get right up)
Why are you afraid about pants size ten?
Humadum, rumadum, they're chosen
Girls, while you worry 'bout dress size six
They're winning the tricks, those tricks, those di*ks, oh
Just what is the real thing? (Oh, no)
Don't call me the real thing (Oh, no)
The search for the real thing (Oh, no)
The curse of the real thing (La, la, la, la)
I come from the land of shame
Blood and guts are all I claim
Singing
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Oh my God, I use my lungs (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)
Soft and loud, any way feels good (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)
Oh, my heat up in my bones (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)
Perched atop my drumming flam (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs)
Ate food that fed me
Seed planted itself in my stomach and bled me (Bless my lungs)
Read some words that led me
Knee ache, skin leathery (Bless my lungs)
Put up a fight and yell (Bless my lungs)
My pride swell
My fist right through a tube (Bless my lungs)
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 overrated
It's complicated
[Outro]
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