Lemme get this off my chest
Quarantine (Day 8)
8 days since I left my block
I think I'm going a little crazy
I'm trying to keep creative
Like 5 songs in 2 days
Or 8 songs in 5 days
Can't keep track between Fortnite breaks (Ya)
Headshots I need practice
Ya its world gone mad all around the atlas
So I'm chillin' in my private stu
Mad blunts to the face
No one to pass it to
Wake me up when September ends
Overlord
I'm not gonna lie I kinda like it
So what ya shut the studio down
I don't really give a fuck
I'm making mad residuals now (fuck I guess)
But that's half the story
My pops he got emphysema
If he caught this shit then
Last summer is the last time I seen em'
My moms not to far back
But she got them remedies
Ain't no virus she ain't cracked
We all keepin' our distance
Man I'm socially awkward
In my head introverted
I'm waiting for virtual concerts (fuck)
I'm waiting for crypto to blow up
I'm waiting for dollar inflation
I'm waiting for POTUS to grow up
I'm waiting for zombies and Rick Grimes
If it came to that I'm ill equipped
Only one Glock on hand
I'll probably die real quick
Outbreaks and contagion
Viruses is spreading
Yo all good i'ma make it
Coming out this shit Will Beyers
Stranger Things, Winona Ryder
Taking down them Demogorgons
Or they'll set the world on fire fuck
Overlord
Please don't be magnanimous protect your neck