Mercutio the Bard - What's Real?

What's real?
I don't even know anymore
It's like I'm running round in circles trying to get out on tour
But now I'm breathless  I can't run anymore
I'm done for What am I even doing this for?
What's real?
I don't even know anymore
It's like I'm running round in circles trying to get out on tour
But now I'm breathless I can't run anymore
I'm done for What am I even doing this for?

Id Spit a real bar but they don't wanna hear that
Sitting flipping beer mats crying over tear tats
Truth is I don't really want them man to fear Matt
Real talk wanna give 'em something they can cheer at
Instead of always trying to sneer at geer at
Every single syllable I guess it would appear that
Lyrically them man will never ever get near Matt
Outkast skew it on the barbie baby seer that
Where the beers at? Falling off a bar stool
Knees weak clamber cross the floor that's a bar crawl
Climbing up a steep step trying to reach the peak next
So high don't look down that's a far fall
Far call from making a living off of rap I
Wish I had the backing that I'd need to go for gold dude
Far cry from a bedroom rapper but yet still I
Am a million miles from the platforms I aspire to
Why can't we be cool?
I'm a fan of rappers but these geezers I look up to are praying for my downfall
I feel a damn full coz I fucking love these brothers
Carrying their crosses like a tag around my ankle
And I don't need a saviour I ain't a damsel
I just wish these A&Rs weren't always working angles
I don't want a quick fix I'm in this for the long haul
But juggling this many moves has left me with my hands full

What's real?
I don't even know anymore
It's like I'm running round in circles trying to get out on tour
But now I'm breathless  I can't run anymore
I'm done for What am I even doing this for?
What's real?
I don't even know anymore
It's like I'm running round in circles trying to get out on tour
But now I'm breathless. I can't run anymore
I'm done for What am I even doing this for?

Hold up Somethings changed in the matrix
How can I know who to trust when everybody shape shifts
How can I know who's for real from those that fronting face lifts
Backwards these brothers bump hands and shake fists
Snake shit slither how they move them man are snake hips
Fake pricks coming with their sugar coated baitness
Weight lift brother he ain't heavy he's a make shift
Version of that dude you thought you knew beneath the fakeness
Make this analysis how many mates miss
All the Studio time small gigs and late shifts
They never give shits all they do is take shit
Tasteless don't how much longer I can take this
Keep cool it ain't cool to go on ape shit
Even though I feel to throw a fit and fucking break shit
It takes a keen nose dog to know a fake bitch
Many foes get exposed on the path to greatness
They only wanna know you when you're famous
These fairweather fans can be dangerous
Don't put up with their shameless lateness
They were never there before their presence now's outrageous
Aimless, gracious, brighteyed and blameless
But beneath the quaintness lies the same old sameness
Love you when you're winning when you fail they turn to haters
Heinous hipocrytes them man are faceless

What's real?
I don't even know anymore
It's like I'm running round in circles trying to get out on tour
But now I'm breathless  I can't run anymore
I'm done for What am I even doing this for?
What's real?
I don't even know anymore
It's like I'm running round in circles trying to get out on tour
But now I'm breathless. I can't run anymore
I'm done for What am I even doing this for?

Written by:
Matt Leathem

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