Il testo della T$rl

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True story real life, first let me say this
I'm in black and white, everybody else is fake shit
Everybody else is so basic, stop trying bitch stay home
We don't need another band in the grey zone
Do you need jeans, i could pay for them
True story real life, mama said i'd be a rockstar
But rock and roll is dead mama
It's not long before the blogs are
Until then i'll be a blogstar
If you need me in the world b
Man i'm either on the road or flying overseas
I got a bunch of little girls crying over me
True story real life, we got signed to a label
And we infected the internet
We started playing on the radio
Do you really think we could say no
Million dollar checks on the table
We were working at the mall on the payroll
Now it's getting kinda hard just to lay low
True story real life, the only guardian i have is me
I'll kill myself with a pitchfork
I'm my own worst enemy
When i die leave me in the streets
I want pigeons flying over me
And i'm addicted to this whole thing
So i don't care you you don't got any hope for me
True story real life, i could use a little help
And i'm talkin' bout girls like i got 'em but i don't
I'm upset with myself
Man i wish i could have sex with myself
That one's all about my issues
You were crazy but i miss you
Now i'm alone with a box full of tissues
True story real life, i don't feel like we made it
Didn't mean to be a mystery
We just didn't wanna say shit
Now we're a little bit famous
And i think i might hate it
I could give a mothafuck about a plaque with double platinum
Looks good when it's next to white and black