The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds? You can piss in the lifts which have broken down You can watch from the

Go ahead and keep your American dream Go ahead and keep it, go ahead and keep it It's either hard at work, or hardly working at all (At all) Have you had the same mentality since you were just a kid? Can you ever face reality growing up so quick? Go

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga Gotchu fallin' from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up nigga Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up nigga "I wanted to bring back that reality, Nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin' Mike

And freedom tastes of reality An' I'm waiting for you to follow me How can we follow? If I told you what it takes To reach the highest high You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple' But you've been told many times before Messiahs pointed to the door

How do you want to be remembered? Being rich? Yeah, yeah, uh Visions of seeing my self as some what different Reality got me feeling indifferent I'm lifting this weight of my shoulders But how older I get I reload the clip and sip on something I feel

All I know is I've heard this all before Reality's a bore (is a bore) You ask me to believe it (never believe) Something they provide Can't bring myself to, do what You want me to (want me to) This is who we are and (who we are) Nothing's gonna change

The land they gave us was always ours Don't close the door, you owe us more, uh I know that it's hard to face reality, mm And when they changed, they were all surprised but me And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah And we rock all this ice

(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

I make money off of bein' myself Get a glimpse of my potential when I believe in myself It's gettin' harder to tell the difference between reality and dreams The lines keep blurrin' like I'm drivin' half asleep I'm invitin' you to see who's next up in

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low