Real Thing

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 butt

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 butt

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 chest 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 you're all ready

It's complicated

I'm a real thing

Real thing