Pinocchio Story

Wise men say, wise men say
Wise men say you’ll never figure out real love
You’ll never figure out real love
You’ll never figure out real love

It’s so crazy
I got everything figured out
But for some reason I can never find what real love is about
No doubt, everything in the world figured out
But I can never seem to find what real love is about

Do you think I sacrificed real life
For all the fame and flashing lights?
Do you think I sacrifice a real life
For all the fame of flashing lights?

There is no Gucci I can buy
There is no Louis Vuitton to put on
There is no YSL that they could sell
To get my heart out of this hell
And my mind out of this jail

There is no clothes that I could buy
That could turn back the time
There is no vacation spot I could fly
That could bring back a piece of real life

Real life, what does it feel like?
I ask you tonight, I ask you tonight
What does it feel like, I ask you tonight, to live a real life?

I just want to be a real boy
They always say “Kanye, he keeps it real boy”
Pinocchio story is
I just want to be a real boy
Pinocchio story goes
To be a real boy

It’s funny, Pinocchio lied and that’s what kept him from it
I tell the truth, and I keep runnin’
It’s like I’m looking for something out there, trying to find something
I turn on the tv, and see me, and see nothing…

What does it feel like, to live real life, to be real?
Not some facade on tv that no one can really feel

Do you really have the stamina?
For everybody that sees you, and says “where’s my camera?”
For everybody that sees you, and says “sign an autograph”
For everybody that sees you cryin’ and says “you outta laugh”
You outta laugh…

I just want to be a real boy
Pinocchio story goes
I just want to be a real boy
Pinocchio story goes

And there is no Gepetto to guide me, no one right beside me
The only one who was behind me, I can’t find her no more
I can’t find her no more, I can’t…
The only one that come out on the tour and scream
Back when I was living at home and this was all a big dream
And the fame will be get caught
And the day I moved to LA
Maybe that was all my fault, all my fault to be a real boy
Chasing the American dream, chasing everything we seen, up on the tv screen

And when I – the Benz was left, and the clothes was left, and the hoes was left
You talk the hoes to death, think in the money to death, you spend the clothes to death
And tell me what – tf for a real boy
They say Kanye, you keep it too real boy

Perspective, and wise man say
One day you’ll find your way
The wise man say, you’ll find your way
The wise man say, you’ll find your way
Wise man say…