Wise men say, wise men say
Wise men 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 love was about

Do you think I sacrifice real life
For all the fame, like flashing lights?
Do you think I 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 a 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 want to be a real boy
They always say: "Kanye, he keeps it real, boy"
Pinocchio's story is: "I just want to 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 looking 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 persona on TV that no one can really feel
Do you really have the stamina?
For everybody that sees you, they say: "Where's my camera?"
For everybody that sees you, they say: "Sign the autograph"
For everybody that sees you crying and says: "You ought to laugh
You ought to laugh"

I just want to be a real boy
Pinocchio's story goes: "I just want to be a real boy"
Pinocchio's story goes...

And there is no Geppetto, to guide me, no one right beside me
The only one was behind me
I can't find her no more, I can't find her no more, I can't
The only one that come out on the tour and stays
Back when I was living at home and this was all a big dream
And the fame will be got caught and the day I moved to L.A.
Maybe that was all my fault, all my fault to be a real boy
Chasing the American Dream

Chasing everything we see
Up on the TV screen
I went out, the Benz was left and the clothes was left
And the hoes was left, you talk the hoes to death
You spend the money to death, you spend the doughs to death
And tell me what is left for a real boy?
They say: "Kanye you keep it too real, boy"
Perspective, and wise men say: "One day, you'll find your way"
The wise men say: "You'll find your way"
The wise men say: "You'll find your way"
The wise men say...