RAVEN SYMONE - What's Real? lyrics

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    RAVEN SYMONE LYRICS
    
    "What's Real?"
    She's strutting down the street
    With a diamond necklace
    The size of a dime
    It looks real nice 
    When it shines
    It lights up the world around her
    But it's only in her mind
    
    He's speeding up the road
    In his red ferrari
    Goes so fast always in a hurry
    What's the point if ya get dead in the scurry
    You'll be leaving it all behind
    
    What a shame it is (doesn't' have to be that way)
    So lame it is (gonna have to pay to play)
    A game like this (that's the way it is)
    Unless ya know
    
    What's real
    Is the beauty inside your soul
    What's real
    Is that everyone's gonna get old
    What's real
    Is the time that you take to check in
    Not the sale of material things
    They fade
    And all you're left with is how ya feel
    And that's what's real
    
    She gotta go gotta fly
    Doesn't stop to kiss her kid
    Be good is all she said
    As she's grabbing her keys and escaping her life
    She said she'd be home soon but she lied
    
    And her kid tells her friends at school
    That her mom is really cool
    Smiles for the camera
    Gets her face in all the magazines
    It's a superficial beauty scene
    
    And they keep in touch (but she's such a lonely girl)
    But it don't mean much (livin' in a lonely world)
    Cuz I heard her say (tryin to be brave she)
    Can't help her wondering
    
    [Chorus]
    
    Love each other while u still got time
    Tell your mother she's been on your mind
    Kiss your brother just cuz he looks fine
    Wear the red dress
    Love at first sight
    Put the top down
    Feel the sunshine
    
    [Chorus]

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