The Real Me - Ryan Scott Oliver, Shirley Jackson & Jessie Hooker-Bailey

I went back to the doctor, to get another shrink I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend But he never betrays what he thinks, hoo! Can you see the real me, doctor? Doctor! Can you see the real me, doctor? Oh, doctor! I went back to my mother I said, "I'm crazy, ma, help me" She said, "I know how it feels, son 'Cause it runs in the family" Can you see the real me, mama? Mama! Can you see the real me, mama? Oh, mama! Can you see, can you see the real me? Can you see, can you see the real me? The real me, the real me The cracks between the paving stones, like rivers of flowing veins Strange people who know me, peeping from behind every window pane The girl I used to love, lives in this yellow house Yesterday she passed me by, she doesn't wanna know me now Can you see the real me? Can ya? Can ya? Can you see the real me? Can ya? Oh, yeah! I ended up with a preacher, full of lies and hate I seemed to scare him a little So he showed me to the golden gate Can you see the real me, preacher? Preacher! Can you see the real me, preacher? Can you see? Can you see? Can you see? Oh! Can you see the real me, doctor? Can you see the real me, mother? Can you see the real me, me, me, me...?

Zaytoven Feel me The music special It's a part of us I know I'm a product of the streets I remember days you would laugh with me See a frown on your pretty faces Yeah I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can, can, can Open up a seal, don't film me Showing out in public show the real me Pouring up in public, damn, I hate the real me My mama stressing out, she say these drugs got me And I ain't been the same since that nigga shot me Holding on that K, I hope you feel me Loading up the cartridge right now, I hate the real me Voices in my head, you the enemy I got a portrait in my head, I built a dynasty I gotta focus on this bread, you tryna' marry me Couple exotic ones in the bed, tryna' share me Few exotics going out they way, tryna' smash me She told her mama she tried to smash me She told her friends she tried to smash me She told her ex she tryna' smash me She told the world she tryna' smash I'm in the last lane, fast speed I do helluva ways, baby, go to South Beach I do helluva ways, baby, let your mouth speak I do helluva ways, baby, let your body talk I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can, can, can Lemme' tell the world how much I care for you I paint a picture, gave a style to you I took a chance when you had miles on you I should've fucked and blowed some loud on you I'm in the cut, I got a crowd on me Infatutation turn to love on me A sober mind wasn't good for me 'Cause I love you way more than this music That's when shit was brought up and you know I had to lose it Damn, I almost lost it Said it was cheaper not to keep her and it's killing me 'Cause damn, I hate the real me Damn, I hate the real me 'Cause damn, I hate the real me Yeah, yeah Zaytiggy I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get high as I can Damn, I hate the real me Damn, I hate the real me Few exotics, they tryna' share Tryna' find a true love You can't compare me I'm tryna' get high as I can I'm tryna' get fly as I can I'm tryna' get fly as I can, can, can

I went back to the doctor To get another shrink I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend But he never can change what he thinks Can you see the real me Doctor, doctor? Can you see the real me Doctor, oh, doctor? I went back to my mother I said, "I'm crazy, ma, help me" She said, "I know how it feels, son 'Cause it runs in the family" Come on, tell me, can you see the real me Mother, mother? Can you see the real me Mama, whoa, mother? Can you see, can you see Can you see the real me? Can you see, can you see the real me The real me, the real me, the real me? The cracks between the pavement stones Like rivers of flowing rain Strange people who know me From behind every window pane The girl I used to love Lives in this yellow house Yesterday she passed me by She don't want to know me now Can you see the real me Can you, can you? Can you see the real me Can you? Whoa, yeah I ended up with the Preacher Full of lies and hate I seemed to scare him a little, ha-ha-ha-ha So he showed me to the golden gate, woo! Can you see the real me Preacher, preacher? Can you see the real me Preacher? Whoa, yeah Can you see, can you see Can you see? Whoa, yeah Can you see the real me Doctor, doctor? Can you see the real me, mama? Can you see the real me?