Peak Lockdown Raps

[Intro] It's the first one in a minute It's the first one in a minute It's been a long time It's been a— Ooh! It's this song [Verse 1] I knew I've been sittin' with myself too long I started writin' and I couldn't really stop I wrote these four bars and I put it at the top I got a discount code for therapy I hit go and I got Rickrolled apparently It was a big blow This is unfortunate Like two twins raised each in a different orphanage They both got abandoned That's the sad part Can't wait to say this verse to you in the club Art on my wall is framed, virtual ticket stubs I got personal who do not remember when it was For my next trick, survival I know the dance and I do it good Wish I could process fast as computers could My thoughts is like termites chewing through the wood I'm from the inkwell I'm too damn tired to remember another detail I dedicate this to my brothers that never sleep well I was writing this song On Twitter, Godzilla started fighting King Kong I said why not, had a little giggle Wrote these bars right here and stuck 'em in the middle It didn't happen The year didn't happen E'rbody, yeah [Verse 2] Talkin' like the year didn't happen I feel like I should hear it in the rappin' Since we all had unkempt beards and weird interactions The last dream I took a Prilosec I died a violent death tryna pilot a giant mech Shit I'm playing hooky from the clever kid school I always been chillin' but never been cool My walls, I choose whatever gets through Do this You should probably face facts If you can't dance good then you probably can't rap When that bap came down everybody came back Hang back [Verse 3] It's the same as a Thanos snap We in the space tryna race in potato sacks Labels, Space Balls, Winnebago packed Red, black, and green flag pole in the dirt Burn bundles of strange herbs sold in Leimert Fuckin' older than dirt Making moves, making lunch, and making beats Single-layer, on a non-stick baking sheet Pay dues to the dinosaur local On my death bed I'ma try a Four Loko Performative Twitter give me the gas face Self-employed socialist looking for tax breaks Yeah, yes delighted Toys-R-Us trips, watch kids get less excited 'Til it ain't none left [Outro] I know you can tell from my voice how excited I am But, uh You can't actually because—