SATURATION 325

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Real life, man, wonder what it feel like

Whole life spent livin' someone else life

What life like if I was born

As Mark Wahlberg in the Desert Storm

With a record deal and some braces on me?

We a boyband, face it homie

And these boys all chasin', homie

I'm tryna make a dozen films

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]

I'm makin' peace with all my demons 'fore I clock out

It never comes as we perceive it 'til we drop out

I'm too big to burn a bridge that I should stomp out

I got a vision, I ain't quittin' 'til I'm crossed out

And even then, I still be screamin' from the nosebleeds

To let 'em know I never let the depression own me

You couldn't even hold a candle to the old me

So what I look like letting you try to control me?

I'm on a mission to reclaim the times that broke me

The life I took is not the one that fuckin' chose me

And I ain't goin' back, I'm ridin' in the sunset

I'm pacin' between self-awareness and civil unrest

I'm everything, I side with every label seems to suggest

My fate is pre-determined, I'm for certain that's my success

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]

I got everything I want, now I want somethin' else

I try to fill the void, pulled the Bible off the shelf

Ashes on my sheets, I find it hard to sleep

I got lil' problems, I know y'all sick of hearin'

I think I'm missin' somethin', but I can't think of nothin'

(That's, that's, that's it)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Real life, man, wonder what it feel like

Whole life spent livin' someone else life

What life like if I was born

As Mark Wahlberg in the Desert Storm

With a record deal and some braces on me?

We a boyband, face it homie

And these boys all chasin', homie

I'm tryna make a dozen films

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]

In the back, in the back

Make it to Jerusalem with my fam' in the back

In the back, in the back

The haters still infragrant but that payback is exact

House packed to the max

Niggas in the kitchen, niggas in the back

Nothing in my fridge, but my hunger is in that

Niggas havin' visions, layin' it on tracks

Shit been South Central, niggas in the back

In the back

When I make it, I'ma-

[Verse 4: Matt Champion]

I would do it in the dungeon, I barely function

I would do it in the dungeon, just barely function, picking sh-

I would do it from the dungeon, could barely function

Pickin' strawberry with my aunty, with the orange seeds

With the lawn seats, above-ground pool in the backyard

With the bare pup, with the bad luck

See that weight on me, takes a while 'fore that pay, homie, dead homies