T$RL lyrics

Yeah, yeah

True story, real life

First let me say this:

I am black and white, everybody else just fakes it

Everybody else so basic, stop tryin', please stay home

We don't need another band in the grey zone

Yeah, I think we need change like a payphone

True story, real life, mama said I'd be a rockstar

But rock n' roll is dead, mama

It's not long before the blogs are

Until then I'll be a blog-star

If you need me, you know where I'll be

Man, I'm either on the road or flyin' overseas

I got a bunch of little girls cryin' over me

True story, real life, we got signed to a label

And we infected the internet, uh

We started playin' on the radio

Do you really think we could say no?

With these million dollar checks on the table

We were working at the mall on the payroll

And now it's getting kinda hard just to lay low, yeah

True story, real life

Uh, the only guardian I have is me, uh

I'll kill myself with a pitchfork

And I'm my own worst enemy

And when I die leave me in the streets, uh

I want pigeons flyin' over me

And I'm a vision to this whole thing

So I don't care if you don't got any hope for me

True story, real life, yeah, I could use a little help, uh

And I'm talking 'bout girls like I got 'em but I don't

I'm upset with myself

Man, I wish I could have sex with myself

Hm, that would solve all of my issues, huh

You were crazy but I miss you

Now I'm alone with a box full of tissues, so

True story, real life, I don't feel like we made it

Didn't mean to be a mystery

And 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 motherfuck about a plaque

But double platinum looks good when it's next to white and black