What is Real

I was in my head, questioning Is any of this real Cause you don't know how I feel Cause you don't know how I feel I get so high to a point where I don't know how to feel Remember that one time I was fucked up And I didn't know what was real What was real What was real I made so many mistakes in the past All I wanted was just for our love to last But it didn't last But it didn't last But it didn't last But it didn't last But it didn't last Now I'm trying to get my cash Now I'm trying to get my bands You be really hating on me You must be a fan Y'all don't understand Y'all don't understand I want to make it to the top I want to make a grand I want to make these bands I want to make these bands I want to stand a chance I want to be the man I want to be the man I want to be the man If I'm going to make it to the top I gotta be who I am But I don't understand I don't understand Fucking your bitch And then I put her in a trance Tripping off a gram Tripping off a gram Tripping off a gram Tripping off a gram Bitch, I'm tripping off the Xans Shoutouts to my fans Shoutout to my grams I wish you were here cause I feel like you would understand Now I'm tripping, and I'm like God Damm I was in my head, questioning Is any of this real Cause you don't know how I feel Cause you don't know how I feel I get so high to a point where I don't know how to feel Remember that one time I was fucked up And I didn't know what was real What was real What was real