Song Lyrics

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 passion 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

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

F*ck it, I love this thing
I bring justice to dreams

Not at all gone, I'm next up

I climb back under the blanket and watch Southpark on mute
Wondering what they meant

Jonathan Shave, Charles Hamilton, Jason Pebworth, George Astasio

The duration of Real Life is 4:00 minutes and seconds.