T$RL

[Verse] Yeah, yeah True story, real life First let me say this: I am black and white, everybody else just fakes it Everybody else so basic, stop tryin', please stay home We don't need another band in the grey zone Yeah, I think we need change like a payphone True story, real life, mama said I'd be a rockstar But rock n' roll is dead, mama It's not long before the blogs are Until then I'll be a blog-star If you need me, you know where I'll be Man, I'm either on the road or flyin' overseas I got a bunch of little girls cryin' over me True story, real life, we got signed to a label And we infected the internet, uh We started playin' on the radio Do you really think we could say no? With these million dollar checks on the table We were working at the mall on the payroll And now it's getting kinda hard just to lay low, yeah True story, real life Uh, the only guardian I have is me, uh I'll kill myself with a pitchfork And I'm my own worst enemy And when I die leave me in the streets, uh I want pigeons flyin' over me And I'm a vision to this whole thing So I don't care if you don't got any hope for me True story, real life, yeah, I could use a little help, uh And I'm talking 'bout girls like I got 'em but I don't I'm upset with myself Man, I wish I could have sex with myself Hm, that would solve all of my issues, huh You were crazy but I miss you Now I'm alone with a box full of tissues, so True story, real life, I don't feel like we made it Didn't mean to be a mystery And we just didn't wanna say shit Now we're a little bit famous And I think I might hate it I could give a motherfuck about a plaque But double platinum looks good when it's next to white and black