Black Sabbath
Better Black Sabbath
Black Sabbath in your Black Kia
Balance of the World
Better Ask Somebody
Who's your daddy?
Are you ended?
What a world I create
When I dream I'm not lonely
Things take on a repeat
A Pity it's only a dream
You keep seeing the same thing over and over again
What a fabulous dream that I feel, that the real world is really unreal
You keep seeing the same thing over and over again
Time to give up you
Time to give up you
Time to get fucked too
Time to give up soon
What's up you fuck what are you up to?
Fucker
I think I'm having an anxiety attack
It's actually super shitty
Where's the love
I just take the account that
You better ask somebody
You're still alive as a good sign
Time to get fucked
Well you're probably right
Has that ended
I think I'm going mad
Where's the love?
Where's the love?
The real world is really unreal
Where's the love?
Where's the love?
I lost my mind
You're probably right
I lost my pride
Demons creeped inside
Having conversations with god asking how to rest in piece without having to die
He told me I'm the balance of the world and there's a war coming I best pick a side and fight
Black sabbath in your black kia
Where's the love?
Didn't know you were getting cleaner
Bought me a guitar and a mic
Because I write songs almost every night
That's how following your dreams go
Grew my own studio
You didn't know
I was gone write a whole album just about you
Where's the love, where's the love?
I mean I'm sorry it's gonna be rough
You better ask somebody
Where's the love?
I have a
Black Sabbath in your Black Kia
Balance of the World
Better Ask Somebody
Who's your daddy?
Are you ended?
What a world I create
When I dream I'm not lonely
Things take on a repeat
A Pity it's only a dream
You keep seeing the same thing over and over again
What a fabulous dream that I feel, that the real world is really unreal
You keep seeing the same thing over and over again
Time to give up you
Time to give up you
Time to get fucked too
Time to give up soon
What's up you fuck what are you up to?
Fucker
I think I'm having an anxiety attack
It's actually super shitty
Where's the love
I just take the account that
You better ask somebody
You're still alive as a good sign
Time to get fucked
Well you're probably right
Has that ended
I think I'm going mad
Where's the love?
Where's the love?
The real world is really unreal
Where's the love?
Where's the love?
I lost my mind
You're probably right
I lost my pride
Demons creeped inside
Having conversations with god asking how to rest in piece without having to die
He told me I'm the balance of the world and there's a war coming I best pick a side and fight
Black sabbath in your black kia
Where's the love?
Didn't know you were getting cleaner
Bought me a guitar and a mic
Because I write songs almost every night
That's how following your dreams go
Grew my own studio
You didn't know
I was gone write a whole album just about you
Where's the love, where's the love?
I mean I'm sorry it's gonna be rough
You better ask somebody
Where's the love?
I have a
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