I'm Not Real Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

Passport, filling it up with stamps 

Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan 

She keep on asking for a rack so I ran 

Looking back, like you can't see who I am 

Think my bitch don't know me no more 

Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more 

If money buy you love, then love's not enough 

So tell my why you on your knees crying to the floor 

If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right? 

The clouds are gray but would you pay the price to paint them white? 

Might have a baby on the way, cause I been going in raw 

It feels better, that real pleasure 

I'm not real, I think I never was 

I get a rush every time she let me get a touch 

I need to feel that (love) 

I need to feel that (pain) 

My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain) 

I keep my head up (high) 

A little fed up (lies) 

They always tell me where my mind is on this LP 

I don't exist 

Hieroglyphics 

Pyrotechnics 

Metaphysics 

Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card 

Look for the answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting far 

Let's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon 

Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone 

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Point me to the road, and I'mma run it 

Bloodhound with my nose to the money 

Ain't fucking with these hoes (never that) 

Getting duckets 'til I die 

While my foes busy running, fuck it 

Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public 

Head in the clouds and my toes in the struggle 

Like who didn't test yet? Test this 

There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (go) 

See this a rather spooky action movie 

Roll it up and pass it to me 

Hash and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bourgie 

See a creature, ass beauty 

Need a feature, rather shoot me 

Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and back is Coogi 

Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming 

Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming 

Back to doing cash pursuing 

Posted up like Patrick Ewing 

Rapper feuds are sad if you would battle for a stack or two 

These eloquent irrelevant sentences show my penmanship 

Indefinite boundaries show you the end of it 

Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices 

Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly 

He and I are not the same 

Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain 

Money in machines, those will make you change 

If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain 

But I can't complain 

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Point me to the road, and I'mma run it 

Bloodhound with my nose to the money 

Ain't fucking with these hoes (never that) 

Getting duckets 'til I die 

While my foes busy running, fuck it 

Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in public 

Head in the clouds and my toes in the struggle 

Like who didn't test yet? Test this 

There's a few new rules in effect, bitch (go)