Real Thing

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Tune-Yards - Rock, Afrobeat

Real Thing

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[Chorus] Givin' up what you've got What you are, you're simply not Aren't you tired of this game? And all the emptiness of your fame You can't hold tight to what you have 'Cause there is nothing there to grab Now life is a shadow of the thought You never did have what you thought you got [Verse 1] I'm no real thing They say I'm the real thing (Oh, no) I sound like the real thing (Oh, no) Sing it real loud like the real thing (Oh, no) Makin' 'em proud like the real thing (Oh, la, la, la) I come from the land of slaves (La, la, la) Let's go Redskins, let's go Braves (La, la, la) You want the truth in tomes Dig this dirt and sift out the bones They said I'm the real thing (Oh, no) I sound like the real thing (Oh, no) Joke's on you, all askew Heard my name in Timbuktu (La, la, la) Now I got it all mangled (La, la, la) Cut it out, it's all tangled Star-spangled [Chorus] Givin' up what you've got And what you are, you're simply not Aren't you tired of this game? And all the emptiness of your fame You can't hold tight to what you have 'Cause there is nothing there to grab Now life is a shadow of the thought You never did have what you thought you got [Verse 2] Oh, I'm no real thing (Oh) Water ain't water if water is wet (Oh, no) Don't ever pay me, I look good in debt (Oh, no) Red, white, blue course through my veins Binge and purge the USA (Get right up) Why are you afraid about pants size ten? Humadum, rumadum, they're chosen Girls, while you worry 'bout dress size six They're winning the tricks, those tricks, those dicks, oh Just what is the real thing? (Oh, no) Don't call me the real thing (Oh, no) The search for the real thing (Oh, no) The curse of the real thing (La, la, la, la) I come from the land of shame Blood and guts are all I claim Singing [Chorus] Givin' up what you've got Aren't you tired of this game? You can't hold tight to what you've got You never did have what you thought you got [Verse 3] Oh my God, I use my lungs (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs) Soft and loud, any way feels good (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs) Oh, my heat up in my bones (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs) Perched atop my drumming flam (Bless my lungs, bless my lungs) Ate food that fed me Seed planted itself in my stomach and bled me (Bless my lungs) Read some words that led me Knee ache, skin leathery (Bless my lungs) Put up a fight and yell (Bless my lungs) My pride swell My fist right through a tube (Bless my lungs) Glory, glory, it's good to be me Ugly one, be you who you are Ugly one, be you who you are Ugly, but pretty overrated It's complicated [Outro] I'm a real thing (Real thing) Real thing (Real thing) Real thing (Real thing) Real thing (Real thing) Real thing (Real thing) Real thing (Real thing) Real thing (Real thing) Real thing (Real thing)

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Credits

Writers
  • Merrill Garbus
  • Nate Brenner