[Verse 1]
I woke up to a warm corona
A cold blanket, see I warned you, I'm a loner
It's her fault, pick a chick
I isolated myself, my pa**ion is making me selfish
Say that you felt it
I got dark and was turned to can it
Most of this album is dark and self loathing
[Hook]
Am I real, am I a lie?
Can you feel what I provide?
This is the art of real life
This is the art of real life
But I wonder what you feel like
In my world outside a real life
[Verse 2]
f** it, I love this thing
I bring justice to dreams
Not at all gone, I'm next up
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I climb back under the blanket and watch Southpark on mute
Wondering what they meant