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
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
Makin' 'em proud like the real thing
Lalala
I come from the land of slaves
Lalala
Let's go Redskins
Let's go Braves
Lalala
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
Lalala
Now I got it
All mangled
Lalala
Cut it out it's all tangled
Star spangled
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
Oh, I'm no real thing
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 'n purge the USA
Why are you afraid about pants size ten
Humadum, rumadum
They're chosen girls
While you worry about dress size 6
They're winning the tricks
Those tricks, those tricks, oh
Just what is the real thing
Oh no
Don't call my the real thing
Oh no
The search for the real thing
Oh no
The curse of the real thing
Lalala
I come from the land of shame
Blood and guts are all I claim, singing
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
Oh my god I use my lungs
Bless my lungs, bless my lungs
Soft and loud, anyway 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
Bless my lungs
Seed planted itself in my stomach and bled me
Read some words that led me
Knee ache, skin leathery
Put up a fight and you're my pride
Swell, my fist right through a tube
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
I'm a real thing
Real thing Real thing Real thing Real thing
Real thing Real thing Real thing Real thing
Real thing Real thing Real thing Real thing
Real thing Real thing