J Dilla, Black Thought - Reality T.V. lyrics

Yo i'm having trouble at the crib
I'm going at it with my
Baby mother where I live
While the soldiers bleed, the economy recede
And all she want to watch is reality TV
Well for us real life is Strange Love
Some behavior, I couldn't figure the flavor
Dropped out of Charm School when she
Fell in love with New York and love money
That's what I'm not made of
I bought a membership to
The Celebrity Fit Club
To see if I could stand a
Real chance with this love
It don't make sense
The way she try to turn a G to a Gent
Don't need tough love, don't get it mixed up

I was one of them Wildboyz
Shootin for Sizemore she was a little live
Jawn watching The Osbournes
The Best Week Ever had her goin
For broke like Eddie Griffin
Or Danny Bonaduce, but no he never listened
When I drop a Super Sweet 16
Daydreamin of becoming Miss Rap Supreme
Or maybe Making a Band but
Bring your guns out sing your lungs out
Move out like Daddy's Girls
Out of Run's House
But that's against all odds
Pick apart this mic
Come try to Pimp Your Ride
Real as Real Housewives of Atlanta
Yeah it's real outside
And it's like an episode
Of College Hill outside
Whether it be for the love of the payday
Or for the love of trying to
Have a baby for Ray J
The most modest model on Project Runway
She wanna be Kimora livin Life
In the Fab Lane and change her last name
And since Gotti's Way was passé
She watched Salt N Pepa and Celeb Rehab day
That's all she talk about at the café
I swear to God it drove me to
Drink about a half a carafe, hey
My head's so spinning
I'm so through with women
Who watch reruns of The
Real World with dinner
And Kim Kardashian, moms and Bruce Jenner
And Three 6 Mafia show, and Jerry Springer
Scott Baio, 46 and Knocked Up
I'd rather see The First 48 or Locked Up
Instead it's just a Nanny 911
I'm Trading Spouses
Extreme Makeover, she rearranged the couches
Now she keep changing outfit's
I'm about to get a Doctor Phil
To do something about this
The house not fresh, she not Top Chef
I tell her Viva la Bam, she tell me not yet
Watching Cribs lookin at shit
She never gon' get
America's best dance move she tryin
To do the step
'Bout to do her like Beyonce and
Tell her to the left truth be told
She's bout to television me to death yO!