Fred E.T. - Real Life Fantasy '14 lyrics

Fade in ohh oohh's [HOOK] (Fade in)Stayin Sober Cuz I'm By My Lonesome Put that bleezy down Cuz I'm tryna learn you somethin Real life got control of us Fantasy be trollin us Real life got control of us Fantasy be trollin us Real life got control of us Still im smokin now I'm with the homies Pa** that bleezy now Lord knows i been duckin trouble Real life still be trollin us Fantasies we hope'll come Real life still be trollin us Fantasies we hope'll come Fantasies we hope'll come [VERSE 1] Skin compliment her thread preference in earth tones Spoke about astrology Neva commented birthstones So much to live fo' between Womb home and tombstone She asked me what exactly is it that I'm waiting for "u dont wanna miss when opportunities come" I told her "still preparing here and there but barely am I ever worrisome" Short-cuts i never heard of em Chose music, no excuses, shot in the dark Then i start to seeing how my struggles come To get to where u aspire Trial and error so vital Share them with you, i grow higher, EYE Tap the thinkin caps from anime to ex chain gang One kinetic mind I see we all been on the same page Lemme paint this scene Car shut down, 233 Wasn't long before I lost another J. O. B UH! Lot of Soulo hoe, along with Neo-Soul in the Kia soul knockin Watchin potholes on a daily 24, negus souls rot Whole plot to cop the mary janet, takin notes in conversation on the special lady that we truly want Negus felt lost, God why ya do it? U my biggest tutor, than it hit me, it was nothin more than merely testing my endurance, just some rea**urance that it's gonna alright, okay Still i runaway Give and u take My home ain't been the same Graceful escape Ease up that pain [HOOK] [VERSE 2] Maybe I complain too much Or think i ain't great enough Feelin like a selfish f** on the brink self destruct And the silver line that breed success and luck Still get bent outta shape Retrace regret Erase my wrongs Lemme get a hol of god's template Drawin blanks when that paper sketchy Square onnne I been thinkin how to be a better writer so u know it ain't no comparin none But when that funk hit ya, ain't no tellin bruh Gotta turn my volume up to Erykah Airing out the self doubt route, & overcast of some advice i never asked Forge an autograph to any fair weather, hoppin out the woodwork type of n***a who done came up missin when my soul and shadow mirrored in appearance, all i had was Auntie Angie for a therapeutic listen just to calm her nephew nerves down What's the word now? Fending for myself is what i learn now Got growin up to do Huntin W's No avail, years later still I'm in the crib, not obeying curfews Ready for apartment, renaissance to get to poppin, buy exclusive pairs of extra bu*ter shoes Hard to pull off when ya wallet often disagree with you Data overused, and its overdue, sittin back like Shoulda, woulda, coulda kept my android, contrary to What the Romans do Now i got the iPhone text bubble blues Stress humbles you Just know that you.. You are not alone What you do when the world ignoring you? Depression burst pipe dreams My schemes high key bullet proof Conquer any target that u stepped foot to Be better brother & Impress ma dukes and I'm [HOOK] [BRIDGE] Im dyin to lead yo mind astray Life in dire need to rely on me Don't let opportunity just fly away Digging deep within and you'll Find a way It don't make no sense But it make perfect sense [VERSE 3] I recall an interest of mine she neva mind the time for meetin up to the vibe I just wanted to see you, inside i sigh Fine as she wanna be on her downtime And I mean effort free Go back a little while, so she F with me Casual small talk and admiration of each other's thoughts You said u plan to head West I planned to be The next K. West from where we stay That's once i break You pumped my brakes Told me to be the first me i could be Resonated in my head til this day Now im rebellious against the grain Alluding to gainin props from the jump Off the top, but the style ain't free Prototype project and ive seen Myself grow into E.T Just to realize im wearing my inner G Outside on my sleeve down to the stitches in the fabric aorund the seams Ever since H O C by K D O T, he told me u don't need weed to sound hungry And lead ya peeps to high degrees accompanied with the coldest metaphors and similes that they ever seen on this side of the hemisphere Never fear of those who won't care I'll be the man to yall eventually & u can't be a man in ya momma's crib! Then i teeter totter on his trust again Still it's hard for a young black out in America, just to make it to some of these next weeks is a miracle At least in this place And it seems I misplaced... [Song fades out] At least in this place And it seems that i mis-placed... My f**in... f**in phoooooone (I gotta stop smokin) (Damnnnn i ain't get to do what I meant today)