Lyrics

A hipster with a beanie and a deck of cards Looking for prophecies in a land of yards A mother with a stroller in the pouring rain Says she'll never walk this way again A student walking down the street Thinking about the riches he'll never see Telling time on his broken watch Though he knows it won't tell him much Well, real life This isn't the real life, baby Oh, reality will get you It cuts like a knife Real life A schoolgirl running to catch the bus She was delayed while taking that million dollar shot It's hard for her to break away She's got so much more to say Well, real life This isn't the real life, baby Oh, reality will get you It cuts like a knife Real life Oh, real life, baby Three dudes having fun in a Volkswagen up Laughing too hard they can't get enough One hand on freedom while he shifts into third gear They just wanna get out of here They just wanna get out of here Real life This isn't the real life, baby Reality will get you It cuts like a knife Real life Real life, baby A social media star I'll never be I just put it in my latest tweet Oh, real life This isn't the real life, baby Reality will get you It cuts like a knife Real life Oh, real life, baby This isn't the real life, baby Oh, reality will get you It cuts like a knife Real life Oh, real life, baby This isn't real life
Writer(s): Jacob Noerby Dinesen, Sebastian Wolff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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