Pilot Searching... Verse one I want to be in venice beach californi (80 degree) Sippin gin and salt water Cause we're drowning trying to make p**n The sharks and jelly fishes get jealous (Sperm to the sea) And i heard about belair, brazil and the whole caribbean Things i never heard before Chorus I just want something real (oh really I just want something real (snow dont be silly) I just want something real (forever youre here pop pop pop) I just want something real (yeah) Real real (silent promises and cups with lipsticks) Real real (messy lip prints and endless kisses) Real real (blunts improvising my symphony) Real real (gin improvising my symphony) Verse two I want to be stuck in a foreign place i Far away i Couldn't stay i Mentally visit chaos Blurring things with d** and p**n Little kids stay up to watch the same movies You"ll never know it see how can they tell you Just leave us alone please Cause one day we will fly Chorus I just want something real (oh really I just want something real (snow dont be silly) I just want something real (forever youre here pop pop pop) I just want something real (yeah) Real real (silent promises and cups with lipsticks) Real real (messy lip prints and endless kisses) Real real (blunts improvising my symphony) Real real (gin improvising my symphony) Verse 3 Plane ticket money for bud To travel while looking up My imagination is infactuated by habits and d** Hoe shoppin eight days a week Cause tv said fall in love You preaching about monogamy im praying for more bucks What i owe the system i dirty my system with Till the day i blow up Self destruct Im in a journey in search of Presidents to represent me and hide all my flaws To drop your panties and have you in shock with a heavy jaw None of us know what we want Cause permanent dont exist If eternal existed I'll still be f**ing your b**h Doing things with no cause When women and d** involve Theres a thin line where all high pilots are afraid to cross And im crossing it cause i found what i love and im letting it k** me I wrote this deep in the dark To simulate Hidden parts Of my mind that hide my art Maybe in a perfect world This would work and I'd be free But I will always pay the price That comes with whom i want to be My time consist of twerkers and kids that would never sleep But constantly they would dream Eyes open they would scheme On how to get to size 0 or thick with commas and more 0's It seems we be hating on who we are Or faking on who we are Some fake it until they make it but both the realest stars Like relly and jetson im guessing demons wish us apart f** em they noticed artist today dont speak from the heart Hann Will we lie awake in metal beds since we're crazy Building castles Practicing for a baby Drugs distorting our memories Too much kush for my vocal cords Theres never too much Never to much