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Say What's Real Lyrics - So Far Gone - Drake

Why do I feel so alone 

Like everybody passing through the studio is in character 

As if he acting out a movie role 

Talking bullshit as if it was for you to know 

And I don't have the heart to give these bitch niggaz the cue to go 

So they stick around, kicking out feedback 

And I entertain it is if I need that 

I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that 

My privacy about the only thing I need back 

But, It's hard thinkin in polite flows/ 

When Stephano Polato suits are your night clothes 

And Jordan sweat suits are you flight clothes 

And you still make it even when they say your flight close 

Eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows 

Life was so full, now the shit just been lypo'd 

Always said I'll say it all on the right track 

But in this game you only lose when you fight back 

Black diamond bracelets, showing you the basics 

I can't live and hold the camera someone got to 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 fitting in to standing out 

Los Angeles, Cabanas, or Atlanta South 

Watch Hov's show, embarrassed to pull my camera out 

And my mother embarrassed to pull my Phantom out 

So I park about 5 houses down 

She say I shouldn't have it until I have the crown 

But I don't want to feel the need to wear disguises around 

So she wonders where my mind is, account's in the minus 

And yet I role around the fucking city like ya highness 

Got niggaz reacting without a sinus 

Cause what I'm working with is timeless 

And promoters trying to get me out to they club 

And say I have fun, but I can't imagine how 

Cause I just see my ex girl, standing with my next girl, standing with the girl that I'm fucking right now 

And shit can get weird, unless they all down 

And so I stay clear, we from a small town 

And everybody talks, and everybody listen 

And somehow the truth just always comes up missing 

I've always been something that these labels can't buy 

Especially if they trying to take a piece of my soul 

And Silvia be telling Taz damn Drake fly 

And he just be like silly motherfucker I know 

That was your bad, how can you pass up on 'em 

He just take them records and he gas up on 'em 

Wayne would probably put a million cash up on 'em 

Surprised no one ever put your ass up on 'em 

Oh they did Po, at least they tried to 

And that's what happen when you spitting what inside you 

But slip up and shoot the wrong fucking video 

And they think they can market you however they decide to 

Nah, before they 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 Two Three 

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 could 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 getting better still 

Little niggaz put my name in they verses 

Cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal 

Future said cause it's Ye shit you better kill 

And I think this got that making of a legend feel 

Problem with these other niggaz they ain't never real 

Yea, it's all I can say 

 

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