I have a certain expectation with my music
It has to take my soul, grab it, and move it to a place that when I hear it
I know for sure that lyric is real talk
When I turn my radio up loud and listen
If it's blaring out my truck well I've got a reputation of stone legitimacy
And that song had better be real talk
I'll know the pain by the twang
I'll hear the real in the steel
If that singer's gonna sing it
Best not tell me how to feel
'Cause I'm a grown man standing tall
Who needs to keep it real
With real talk
Real talk
Whether it's Saturday night or Sunday morning
Could be preaching from a pulpit or a bartender pouring out his truth into my glass
But the only words that last are real talk
I'll know the pain by the twang
I'll hear the real in the steel
If that singer's gonna sing it
Best not tell me how to feel
'Cause I'm a grown man standing tall
Who needs to keep it real
With real talk
Real talk
Mama didn't raise no fool
So stop tuggin on my chain
I'll know the pain by the twang
I'll hear the real in the steel
If that singer's gonna sing it
Best not tell me how to feel
'Cause I'm a grown man standing tall
Who needs to keep it real
With real talk
Real talk