The Real Thing

Super duper early morning Sunday breakfast

Ain't in a rush to go to church because I used protection

You complain about the way I cooked your eggs

I'll probably hang up the phone and then - hello? - disconnected

But check it, that's just a metaphor

I'm talking if you left your man then you'd be better off

The game I spit is sweeter than a bag of kettle corn

My name is Hoodie Allen but I'm here to take your sweater off

And I'mma do whatever it takes to make us a pair

You wanna travel around the world, well I'm taking you there

I met a bunch of mean girls like Lacey Chabert

Busy talking shit but they ain't stopping to look in the mirror

If you making it bad, well I'm making it worse

You holding onto all these baggage, stop taking it pers

I'll tell you anything I can to get you down tonight

Tryna take you out the clouds, bring you down to life

I think that she like me, she like me

And she think that it might be, it might be

The real thing but we moving too fast (x2)

I think that she like me, she like me

And she think that it might be, it might be

True love but we let it all fade

Cause I just ain't ready baby

Treat me like I'm the man with a couple hundred grand

And a family full of cousins with a couple Uncle Sams

Tryna gamble away my money, that's funny like Douglas Yancey

Wanna paint a perfect picture, they'll probably think that I'm Banksy

But I might die trying to afford it

I'm living in the studio, everything is recorded

My life is like a song and stuck on fucking repeat

And I'm making the same mistakes that you only make in your sleep

That must mean I'm in a dream world

But I'm sleepwalking until I find a dream girl

I got these teen girls screaming like I'm out of a magazine

Next to Harry and Justin, nobody fucking with me girl

Switch it, do I make you mad when I talk about shit that I envision?

Are my dreams too big? Do you think I'll sink or swim with these fishes?

So you could let me down easy

Cause it's hard to let go when you the only good that I know, you know?

Hi, it's me... wondering where the hell you are. You said you were gonna call me and I still haven't heard from you. You know, it's not that hard to just send me a text and say hi. I understand you're working hard on this album right now, but you need to make the time for me. And you need to start re-evaluating your priorities. Hope you're having a good night