It's real people Yeah, yeah, you know how me and 'Ye do Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green our faith is all in a

Small talk, small talk Don't let them cry It's the way you sound The reason that you know yeah It's the way you get down I can tell you really are it Small talk how you doing there Small talk how you doing boy Small talk whatcha doing there

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

But it's real Those of us who are lost and low We know how you feel We know it's not right but it's real I choose to stay far away from the ones that think Money is money to share Don't ask me why and I'll tell you no lies. Sonny don't come here no more

Maybe I, could have loved you Maybe I, could have shown That I still do care about you More than you could know Don't say it's too late to try To make it right You say you'll know when you really find the one But it's hard to tell with the damage that's

There's nowhere I'd rather be than here with you, you, you There's no place I'd rather be Show me how you feel Let me know it's real tonight, oh Musique progressive Thoughts of you running through my head As I lie awake in my bed Know you want this,

But it's over now But you put on quite a show You really had me goin' Curtain's finally closin' That was quite a show Very entertaining (But it's over now) Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught

If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary. It’s right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory. Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin’ round, windows down on a summer night. I was

You could never feel my story It's all you know I will not fold She's in control They all need something to hold on to They all mean well Pay your respects to society giving me hell May your dreams come to reality

Let me know it's on and I'll bring my friends I can introduce them to all your friends If they get along, we can all be friends Or I could come alone, just me, you, on our own 'Cause your friend's daddy got a real big house Real big house, real big house