I'm Not Real chords and lyrics - EARL SWEATSHIRT AND MAC MILLER

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Em]Passport,
filling it up [Am]with stamps
Set [Em]a camp up on my land,
swam the rivers of Japan
[Am]She keep on asking f[Em]or
a rack so [Am]I ran
Looking back[Em],
like you can't see who I am
Think [Am]my bitch don't
know me no more
Cause every time [Em]she's sad I can't
console her no more
If money buy you [Am]love,
then love's not enough
So tell my why you [Em]on
your knees crying to the floor
If you had [Am]the chance,
would you take [Em]the time you need [Am]to make it right?
[Em]The clouds are gray but would you pay
the price to paint them [Am]white?
Might have a baby on [Em]the w[Am]ay,
cause I been go[Em]ing in raw
It feels better, that real pleas[Am]ure
I'm not real, I think I never was
[Em]I get a rush every time she
let me get a touch
[Am]I need to feel that (love)
I need to feel that [Em](pain)
My garden hasn't been growing so
can you bring [Am]that (rain)
I Keep my head up (high)
A little fed up [Em](lies)
They always tell me where
my mind is on this LP
I don't exist
Hieroglyphics
Pyrotech[C]nics
[Em]Metaphysic[Am]s
Telekinetics put 50k on my credit [Em]card
Looking for answers,
I'm searching but I ain't getting far
[C]Let's get it on,
I'm royal [Am]like Tenenbaums in Leban[Em]on
Decepticons, hit it 'til
my head is gone

[Verse 2]
Point me [Am]to the road,
and I'mma run it
Bloodhound with my nose
[Em]to the money
Ain't fucking with these [Am]hoes
Getting duckets 'til I die
While my [Em]foes busy running,
fuck it
[Am]Marijuana smoke in my stomach,
toasted in public
[Em]Head in the clouds,
[E]my toes in the struggle
[Am]Like [C]who didn't test yet? Test this
Few [Em]new rules in effect, bitch
[Am]See this

[Verse 3]
a rather spooky action movie
Roll it up and pass it to me
[Em]Hash and booty, absolutely,
smack a groupie acting bougie
See [Am]a creature, ass beauty
Need a feature, rather shoot me
[Em]Truly bitches must have them bad
jeans and the back is Coogi
[Am]Had to do these rapper tunes [Em]to let
'em know [Am]the trap [Em]is booming
Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact,
but you in fact assuming
Back [Am]to doing cash pursu[Em]ing
Posted up like Patrick Ewing
[Em]Rapper fuser, sad if you would
battle for a stack or two
[Am]These eloquent,
irrelevant sentences show my pen[Em]manship
Indefinite boundaries,
show you the end of it
[Am]Don't forget you infeste[Em]d
[Am]in nasty crevices
Allow[Em]ing birds to fall to their death
before they even [Am]fly
He and I are not [Em]the same
[Am]Doctor, doctor,
please [Em]prescribe me something for the pain
Money in [Am]machines,
those will make you [Em]change
[Am]If I go tomo[Em]rrow,
I just hope it ain't in [Am]vain
But I can't com[E]plain
Point me to the [Em]road, and I'mma

[Verse 4]
[Em]
run it
Bloodhound with my nose to the money
Ain't fucking with these [Am]hoes[C#m]
[E]Getting [Em]duckets 'til I d[E]ie
[Em]While my foes busy running,
fuck it
Marijuana s[Am]moke in my stomach,
[Em]toasted in p[Am]ublic
[Em]Head in the clouds, my [E]toes in the struggle
Like [C]who didn't test yet? Test this
Few [Em]new rules in effect, bitch