Real World

The song is about the difference between the life somebody wishes they had and the reality they keep waking back up to. Both verses follow the same basic pattern: I start inside this almost perfect version of life, then suddenly reality crashes in escaping the real world mentally because the actual real world is too ugly to deal with. Rock3ttt REAL WORLD [Hook] It’s the real world, and we’re living in it, Just a bunch of con artists, addicts, and sinners. Tryna break rules, about to make news, About to show the real world on the news. [Verse 1] I sit back and relax and take a look at my life, I’m so blessed and lucky to have kids and a wife. I sip my coffee at the table while I read the paper, Read an article that said there’s an increase for labor. I start to get ready for work, I put on my shoes, As I walk outside, I’m thinking, “I can’t believe I drive a coupe.” What a great life I’m living, this is the best, There’s nothing that can take away this feeling—not even death. Then I wake up—holy shit, I must’ve blacked out, I get off this raggedy bed; I’m in a crack house. I stumble to the door, but everything is blurry, I left my cell phone on the nightstand ’cause I was in a hurry. Finally walked out the building, I think I had it, Have to walk twenty blocks in the cold without a jacket. Then I start to vomit—ugh—right over the freeway, There’s a pain in my stomach ’cause I haven’t eaten in three days. [Hook x2] It’s the real world, and we’re living in it, Just a bunch of con artists, addicts, and sinners. Tryna break rules, about to make news, About to show the real world on the news. It’s the real world, and we’re living in it, Just a bunch of con artists, addicts, and sinners. Tryna break rules, about to make news, About to show the real world on the news. [Verse 2] I’m walking up the beach, it’s such a beautiful day, Sand down at my feet, the breeze blowing in a tenacious way. I put the lime in my Corona, but before I take a sip, I tell God how grateful I am to be His kid. Chilling with my boys and some girls came through, They said, “We tryna have some fun.” We said, “We tryna do the same, boo.” So come take a seat with a scholar and a gentleman, Let’s have a party, you can be the Tom Brady to my Edelman. Then I snapped out of it—what the fuck am I doing? Who the fuck is this? I’ve never seen this ratchet chick. I gotta get out of this, I don’t even know whose house I’m in, or where I’m at, And I ain’t proud of it. I’m bumping into a bunch of nobodies, ’Cause nobody knows nobody, Just a bunch of lowlifes and junkies. Oh no, Jack, I think it’s happened again, I partied for three weeks with no sleep, And I’m cracking the bend. [Final Hook x2] It’s the real world, and we’re living in it, Just a bunch of con artists, addicts, and sinners. Tryna break rules, about to make news, About to show the real world on the news. It’s the real world, and we’re living in it, Just a bunch of con artists, addicts, and sinners. Tryna break rules, about to make news, About to show the real world on the news. @rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team @eckohomie #RapFame #RapFame #RapFameArtist #RapFameMusic #rock3ttt #love