Saturday Night

Is this real?
 This is all unknown
 Makes me feel
 Is this real?
 Going down and back and forth
 And all these ways it makes me numb now
 I can't feel
 Is this real?
 Here I am in the club again, yeah
 Caged like Wrestle Mania
 Girls want a rapper, ain't he one?
 Dudes want a macadamia
 Never had love for none of the drugs
 But I wonder, can the fame be one?
 I don't know none of these people
 But order some drinks, let's numb the pain with them
 And I probably look content
 I mean I made a couple hits, I know celebs and all
 And what I wear could pay the rent, but on the inside I'm sick
 I know I'm bound to fall
 I'm chasin' the world and its pleasures
 Careful about what you treasure
 Can you put 24's on a Tesla?
 I wonder the best ways to measure
 Measures of success
 They hate you and admire you too (they do)
 Know I just want the best for you (best)
 Not offended, want the best for you
 I know you thought you were alive
 But you was dreaming all this time, yeah
 I said you thought you were alive
 But you was dreaming all this time, yeah
 Wake up, wake up, wake up
 Wake up, wake up, wake up
 Made up, made up, made up
 Wake up, wake up, wake up
 Wake up, wake up, wake up
 Make up, make up, make up
 Is this real?
 This is all unknown
 Makes me feel
 Is this real?
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 'Crae, wake up, wake up
 Get your church clothes and let's go