[Intro] Wise man say, wise man say Wise man say You'll never figure out real love Never figure out real love You'll never figure out real love
[Verse 1] It's so crazy, crazy-crazy I got everything figured out But for some reason, I can never find what real love is about No doubt Everything in the world figured out But I can never seem to find what real love was about Do you think I'd sacrifice real life For all the fame and flashing lights? Do you think I'd sacrifice a real life For all the fame and flashing lights? There is no Gucci I can buy There is no Louis Vuitton to put on There is no YSL that they could sell To get my heart out of this hell and my mind out of this jail There is no clothes that I could buy That could turn back in time There is no vacation spot I could fly That could bring back a piece of real life Real life, what does it feel like? I ask you tonight, I ask you tonight What does it feel like? I ask you tonight To live a real life
[Chorus] I just wanna be a real boy They always say: "Kanye, he keeps it real, boy" Pinocchio's story is, I just wanna be a real boy Pinocchio's story goes, to be a real boy
[Verse 2] It's funny Pinocchio lied and that's what kept him from it I tell the truth and I keep running It's like I'm lookin' for something out there, trying to find something I turn on the TV and see me and see nothing What does it feel like to live real life, to be real? Not some façade on TV that no one can really feel Do you really have the stamina? For everybody that sees you that say: "where's my camera?" For everybody that sees you to say: "sign an autograph" For everybody that sees you cryin' that say you oughta laugh You oughta laugh
[Chorus] I just wanna be a real boy Pinocchio's story goes I just wanna be a real boy Pinocchio's story goes
[Verse 3] And there is no Gepetto to guide me No one right beside me The only one was behind me I can't find her no more, I can't call her no more I can't— The only one that come out on the tour and screams Back when I was livin' at home and this was all a big dream And the fame will be get-got And the day I moved to L.A., maybe that was all my fault All my fault to be a real boy, chasin' the American dream Chasin' everything we seen up on the TV screen And when, uh, the Benz was left And the clothes was left, and the hoes was left You talk the hoes to death thinkin' the money that the— You spend the dough to death And tell me what be left for a real boy They say: "Kanye, you keep it too real, boy" Perspective, and wise man say One day, you'll find your way The wise man say you'll find your way The wise man say you'll find your way Wise man sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
