Aaronic - Real Life Fantasy '14 lyrics

[Hook: Fred E.T.] Stayin' sober 'cause I'm by my lonesome Put that bleezy down 'cause I'm tryna learn you somethin' Real life got control of us Fantasy be trollin' us Real life got control of us Fantasy be trollin' us Real life got control of us Still I'm smokin' now I'm with the homies Pa** that bleezy now Lord knows i been duckin' trouble Real life still be trollin' us Fantasies we hope'll come Real life still be trollin' us Fantasies we hope'll come Fantasies we hope'll come [Verse 1: Fred E.T.] Skin compliment her thread preference in earth tones Spoke about astrology Never commented birthstones So much to live fo' between Womb home and tombstone she asked me what exactly is it that I'm waiting for "You don't wanna miss when opportunities come" I told her "Still preparing here and there but barely am I ever worrisome" Short-cuts I never heard of em Chose music, no excuses, shot in the dark then i start to seeing how my struggles come To get to where you aspire Trial and error so vital Share them with you, I grow higher, I Tap the thinking caps from anime to ex chain gang One kinetic mind I see we all been on the same page Let me paint this scene Car shut down, 233 Wasn't long before I lost another J. O. B., UH! Lot of Soulo hoe, along with Neo-Soul in the Kia soul knockin' Watchin potholes on a daily 24, negus souls rot Whole plot to cop the mary janet, takin' notes in conversation on the special lady that we truly want Negus felt lost, God why ya do it? U my biggest tutor, than it hit me, it was nothin more than merely testing my endurance, just some rea**urance that it's gonna alright, okay Still i runaway Give and you take My home ain't been the same Graceful escape Ease up that pain [HOOK] [Verse 2: Fred E.T.] Maybe I complain too much Or think I ain't great enough Feelin' like a selfish f** on the brink self destruct And the silver line that breed success and luck Still get bent outta shape Retrace regret Erase my wrongs Lemme get a hold of god's template Drawin blanks when that paper sketchy Square one I been thinkin' how to be a better writer so you know it ain't no comparin' none But when that funk hit ya, ain't no tellin' bruh Gotta turn my volume up to Erykah Airing out the self doubt route, & overcast of some advice I never asked- *For*ge an autograph to any fair weather, hoppin' out the woodwork type of n***a who done came up missin' when my soul and shadow mirrored in appearance, all i had was Auntie Angie for a therapeutic listen just to calm her nephew nerves down What's the word now? Fendin' for myself is what i learn now Got growin' up to do Huntin' W's No avail, years later still I'm in the crib, not obeying curfews Ready for apartment, renaissance to get to poppin', buy exclusive pairs of extra bu*ter shoes Hard to pull off when ya wallet often disagree with you Data overused, and it's overdue, sittin' back like Shoulda, woulda, coulda kept my android, contrary to What the Romans do Now i got the iPhone text bubble blues Stress humbles you Just know that you.. You are not alone What you do when the world ignoring you? Depression burst pipe dreams My schemes high key bullet proof Conquer any target that u stepped foot to Be better brother & impress ma dukes and I'm.. [HOOK] [Bridge: Fred E.T.] Im dyin' to lead yo mind astray Life in dire need to rely on me Don't let opportunity just fly away Digging deep within and you'll find a way It don't make no sense But it make perfect sense (x8) [Verse 3: Fred E.T.] I recall an interest of mine she never mind the time for meetin' up to vibe I just wanted to see you, inside i sigh Fine as she wanna be on her downtime And I mean effort free Go back a little while, so she F with me Casual small talk and admiration of each other's thoughts You said u plan to head west I planned to be The next K. West from where we stay That's once I break You pumped my brakes Told me to be the first me I could be Resonated in my head 'til this day Now I'm rebellious against the grain Alluding to gainin' props from the jump Off the top, but the style ain't free Prototype project and I've seen Myself grow into E.T., Just to realize I'm wearing my inner G Outside on my sleeve, down to the stitches in the fabric around the seams Ever since "H.O.C." by K-D-O-T, he told me "You don't need weed to sound hungry" And lead ya peeps to high degrees accompanied with the coldest metaphors and similes that they ever seen on this side of the hemisphere Never fear of those who won't care I'll be the man to y'all eventually But you can't be a man in ya momma's crib! Then i teeter totter on his trust again Still it's hard for a young black out in America, just to make it to some of these next weeks is a miracle At least in this place And it seems I misplaced... My f**in'... f**in' phone