Kanye West - Pinocchio Story lyrics

Wise man say, wise man say wise man say
You'll never figure out real love
Never figure out real love
You'll never figure out real love

It's so crazy, crazy-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 was about
Do you think I'd sacrifice real life
For all the fame and flashing lights?
Do you think I'd sacrifice a real life
For all the fame and 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 in 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 wanna be a real boy
They always say: "Kanye, he keeps it real
Boy" pinocchio's story is
I just wanna be a real boy
Pinocchio's 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 running
It's like I'm lookin' 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 façade on TV that
No one can really feel
Do you really have the stamina?
For everybody that sees you that
Say: "where's my camera?"
For everybody that sees you to
Say: "sign an autograph"
For everybody that sees you cryin'
That say you oughta laugh you oughta laugh

I just wanna be a real boy
Pinocchio's story goes
I just wanna be a real boy
Pinocchio's story goes

And there is no Gepetto to guide me
No one right beside me
The only one was behind me
I can't find her no more
I can't call her no more i can't
The only one that come out
On the tour and screams
Back when I was livin' at home and
This was all a big dream
And the fame will be get-got
And the day I moved to LA
Maybe that was all my fault
All my fault to be a real boy
Chasin' the American dream
Chasin' everything we seen up
On the TV screen
And when, uh, the Benz was left
And the clothes was left
And the hoes was left
You talk the hoes to death
Thinkin' the money that the
You spend the dough to death
And tell me what be left 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