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Yeah, I'm staying in the house 'cause don't nobody wanna get the slack
Motherfucker, just keep your distance
I already got my tickets refunded for all the festivals
So best believe I ain't gon' be spending my time next to you
Yeah, I'm in Florida on the beach like it's fake, bitch, what?
But I'm not pumping gas without latex gloves
I'm walking out of Walmart in a hazmat suit
With enough food to avoid you 'til 2022
Ayo, this isn't what I thought it'd be
You call it quarantine
This just a day in the office and making songs for me
Isolating, keep myself away from people
Like shit, I been training my whole life for this
It's pretty dope 'cause I don't got no shows to promote
I go to my studio, I go home, I hold the remotะต
I'm 'bout to watch every movie in thะต Netflix's show
And just chill, and watch the next episode
Lately, I've been cooped up (Chilling)
In the same damn building
(And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind)
I wrote a song (Popped a loogie)
Hit the bong (Watched a movie)
And it barely even passed the time
(Feeling like I need to break out) Break out
Get some takeout (Takeout)
Grab the mic and then (And then rock a show)
Like here we go
(But then again, probably not)
'Cause if I leave this spot
(I could kill like every grandma I know
I guess I'm staying cooped up)
Yeah, see I've been chilling in the house a couple days then, ooh
Your boy done caught a wave
'Cause the minutes start to blend into each other
And I'm sick of playing the same old game
I probably need to go and shower, shit, and shave
I call up Dave like, "Ayy, Dave, you got some toilet paper?"
Me and Spose 'bout to shit on all these rappers later
Then go skate in the kitchen and drink some Jรคger
Then I dress up like a zombie and scare the shit out my neighbors
I can't even watch the Celtics to help my dome cool down
I can't drive to Dunkin' Donuts, my kid's homeschooled now
They're always on the couch, friggin' living it up
You put on Frozen 2 again, I'm gonna cancel Disney Plus
Pacing 'round my yard like I swear it hasn't got to me
Raked every leaf in far reaches of my property
Checked on my economy, I'm going into debt
I make too much off rap to get the stimulus check
I'm like damn, I watched every Marvel movie that's out
Like yo, I scrolled through every twerk video
On the 'Gram, my mailman ring my doorbell
I'm like no, leave it on the porch, this shit's gross
Lately, I've been cooped up (Chilling)
In the same damn building
(And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind)
I wrote a song (Popped a loogie)
Hit the bong (Watched a movie)
And it barely even passed the time
(Feeling like I need to break out) Break out
Get some takeout (Takeout)
Grab the mic and then (And then rock a show)
Like here we go
(But then again, probably not)
'Cause if I leave this spot
(I could kill like every grandma I know
I guess I'm staying cooped up)
Yeah, I just got a COVID test, turns out I'm a hundred percent
Broke as fuck from this healthcare
I'm well aware I'm self-employed and uninsured
But go ahead, give it to the rich people first
'Cause when the CEOs fail, they get bailouts
When we fail, overdraft fees in the mail now
You bastards better flatten the curve
I'll have to be wrapped in bubble wrap when
Back in action passing you merch, we're fucked
The fate of the world is resting firm in the palm of our hands
But we ain't washed them since the last pandemic, damn
And we got Trump in the office, he keeps on talking
But this dude is 'bout as useful as the legs of Lieutenant Dan
With the brains of Ichabod Crane
We'd be better off with Joe Exotic holding the reins
To fight against the virus in this new world war
They got me paying twenty bucks to rent the Trolls World Tour
So put away the books, man (We ain't reading 'em)
Like ayo, Pornhub (We want premium)
'Cause I don't know how long this shit is gon' continue
And I need to find something to clean with all this tissue
Thirty tissues later, shit is miserable, bro
My uncle Larry, he had told me it's a liberal hoax
Now Larry's out and critical, the hospital's packed
I'm on my last box of pasta and I think I finally lost it
Lately, I've been cooped up (Chilling)
In the same damn building
(And I think I finally lost my mind)
I wrote a song (Popped a loogie)
Hit the bong (Watched a movie)
And it barely even passed the time
(Feeling like I need to break out) Break out
Get some takeout (Takeout)
Grab the mic and then (And then rock a show)
Like here we go
(But then again, probably not)
'Cause if I leave this spot
(That could be the end of Ecko and
Spose
So we've been staying cooped up)
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