Reality
o.b.f Lyrics
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Thinking most of my time
How can I waste my life?
Working nine to five
So I can afford my lifestyle
Always checking my account
My money is on my mind
Hold up, this isn't a dream
Stepping in the game, every day, that's fucked up
Like a cold coffee in the morning, when you wake up
Get up, stand up, wear a suit to get tied up
That was never my style, I found a way to get paid up
My parents don't like what I do
Running round the city in my brand new n64s
Promise, you won't walk a mile in my shoes
Since I get the views, I am more amuse, letting everything loose
No excuse
I'm in my new hood
New crib
New number
Same gang
Same shit
Same moves
Now You know
Reset your mindset
I am an Independent artist
My bullies still live on a budget
They got my songs on rotation
All nights out
All days in
All around in b-town
Same place, different station
Many things changed
Ever since I first laced my first pair of Jordan airs
I upgrade, up to date, the rest stays in the past
Late start, no more breaks, I'ma go fast
And I will never go slow, slow, slow, slow
Whow
I'll keep it one hundred, no show
I stay the same man, for sure
Only more lit than ever before
I will never go with the flow
You keep talkin' that trash is no-no
I have to worry no more
So I've been
Thinking most of my time
How can I waste my life?
Working nine to five
So I can afford my lifestyle
Always checking my account
My money is on my mind
Hold up, this isn't a dream
This is my real life
Thinking most of my time
How can I waste my life?
Working nine to five
So I can afford my lifestyle
Always checking my account
My money is on my mind
Hold up, this isn't a dream
This is my real life
La la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la
La la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la
This is my real life
The lyrics of o.b.f's song Reality seem to be a nonsensical jumble of words and phrases. The constant repetition of 'snare' may refer to the beat of the song, as snare is a type of drum often used in hip-hop and electronic music. The lyrics also include references to violence, with the singer claiming to want to 'hunt you down like a bear', and advising the listener to 'smack your mom before you kill your children'. These violent themes seem to be an intentional exaggeration, meant to provide a warning of the dangers of a negative and destructive reality.
The lyrics also contain a number of references to popular culture, including the Red Hot Chili Peppers and various internet memes. These references may be a way for the singer to connect with the audience, using shared cultural touchstones to emphasize the point that reality is often dictated by external influences beyond our control.
Overall, the lyrics of Reality seem to be a playful and intentionally confusing take on the harshness of modern life, with the singer urging the listener to resist the negativity of their environment and strive for a more positive and fulfilling reality.
Line by Line Meaning
Gah?
Confused utterance.
Wait, wait, I need snare
Request for a specific instrument to be included in the audio mix.
In my-my-my right-my right ear Snare Snare, snare, snare, snare Snare, snare, snare, snare
Detailed request for the specific audio mix desired for the song.
I'm comin' at you, causing crimes all the time Wanting to hunt you down like a bear rhymes with snare If you didn't know that The crap reality is that you're whack
Expressing a desire to aggressively pursue and intimidate the listener, while commenting on the low quality of their existence.
Smack your mom before you kill your children Lock 'em up in the hood for a reason
Advocating for physical assault and imprisonment.
Comin' back now, call 'em tracks now Gremlins lookin' ass call him batch now Don't even know why I make up these rhymes Red hot chili peppers comin' at you Making turds shoot everywhere It's just like a brown, brown bear Coming back at you with that snare rhyme I don't even know if I have time
Describing the process of composing music, interspersed with references to scatological humor and animals.
Phalse reality makes you all whack That's why there's thanksgiving clap backs (Oh!)
Commenting on the negative effects of false reality on society, specifically through a reference to a cultural phenomenon of Thanksgiving arguments.
Gay memes on this team Comin' at you with you-with the m.d.m.t. I meant m.g.m.o. That bitch put it in your cheerios (Oh shit!)
Referencing the creation and distribution of internet memes, specifically around a sexual act being added to a popular breakfast food.
I mean the boys in Comin' at you now Going through your blood stream And causing a pow pow on your heart Making heart attacks What? Got to deal with Cause that shit's pretty fuckin' whack
Continuing to express aggression towards the listener, while making reference to the health risks posed by such behavior.
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Written by: Soeren Wolf
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