Artist: Drake Album: So Far Gone Song: Say What's Real Typed by: Arone3@hotmail.com Why do I feel so alone Like everybody passin' through the studio Is in character as if he actin' out a movie role Talkin' bullshit as if it was for you to know And I don't have the heart to give these bitch niggas the cue to go So they stick around kickin' out feedback And I entertain it as if I need that I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that My privacy is about the only thing I need back But, it's hard to think of them polite flows When Stefano Polatto suits are your night clothes And Jordan sweat suits are your flight clothes And you still make it even when they say your flight's closed Eyes hurtin' from the camera phone light shows Life was so full now the shit just bein lypo'd Always said I'd say it all on the right track But in this game you only lose when you fight back Black diamond bracelets, showin' you the basics I can't live and hold the camera, someone gotta tape this I make hits and like a bitch that's married I ain't Miss 24 hours from greatness; I'm that close Don't ever forget the moment you began to doubt Transitioning from fittin' in to standin' out Los Angeles cabanas or Atlanta South Watchin' Hov's show embarrassed to pull my camera out And my mother's embarrassed to pull my Phantom out So I park about five houses down She say I shouldn't have it until I have the crown But I don't want to feel a need to wear disguises around So she wonder where my mind is, account's in the minus But yet I roll around the fuckin' city like your highness Got niggas reactin' without a sinus 'Cause what I'm workin' with is timeless And promoters try to get me out to their clubs And say I had fun but I can't imagine how Cuz I just seen my ex girl standin' wit my next girl Standin' with the girl that I'm fuckin' right now And shit could get weird, unless they're all down And so I stay clear, we're from a small town And everybody talks, and everybody listens But somehow the truth just always comes up missing Of always being somethin' that these labels can't buy Especially if they tryin' to take a piece of my soul And Sylvia be tellin' Taz, "Damn, Drake fly!" And he just be like, "Silly motherfucker I know!" That was your bad, how could you pass up on him? He just take them records and he gas up on them Wayne would probably put a million cash up on him Surprised no one ever put yo ass up on him Oh they did po, at least they tried to And that's what happens when you spittin what's inside you But slip up and shoot the wrong fuckin' video And they think they can market you however they decide to Nah, but 40 told me to do me And don't listen to anybody that knew me 'Cause to have known me would mean that there's a new me And if you think I changed in the slightest, could have fooled me Boy, and to my city I'm the 2-3 Drug dealers live vicariously through me I quit school and it's not because I'm lazy I'm just not the social type and campus life is crazy Understand, I can get money with my eyes closed Lost some of my hottest verses down in Cabo So if you find a Blackberry with the side scroll Sell that motherfucker to any rapper that I know 'Cause they need it much more than I ever will I got new shit; I'm gettin' better still Little niggas put my name in their verses Cuz their girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal Future said 'cause this 'Ye shit you better kill And I think this got that making-of-a-legend feel Problem with these other niggas they aint never real Yea....that's all I can say