VS
Rebel in the buildin, you know what it is
Feel like I ain’t left the buildin in a couple years
I need a spliff, vegan chicken strips and a couple beers
Cigarette to take the edge up off all o’ the trouble here
Nah nah, rewind, I ain’t got time for
Puttin all the shit up in my body I can find, bout to
Clean up, bout to double down on my grind, bout to
Pre-nup marriage to this music on my mind
This is the time for realignin chakras
Time to learn to ride the waves cause life can be a bastard
If I can centre myself then I can be the master
I can turn the page and move up to the next chapter
Have to be alive to have the x factor
I’m a human bein first and a rapper after
So I got to take the time to tap into the laughter
Waitin for the sun, embracin the Krishna paksha

CHORUS
This is the Coronavirus lockdown
I wish I was drivin outside with the top down
If I had a convertible and a driver’s licence I would
Bump the beats out the speakers I wouldn’t be in silence, ay
And I pray that this world don’t turn to violence
Hope we don’t descend until they’re turnin on the sirens
Hope we can depend on the scientists and their findings
But in the meantime I’ll be stayin put and rhymin

VS 2
Waitin through that wanin moon that came
Way too soon, feel I was made to lose, I play
The blues, complain of truths I say are standin in my
Way instead of steppin up and payin my dues, look where it
Got me stuck, feelin lonely, feelin locked up
Countin up all of the hours that clock’s struck
If I had one I'd really love to get my cock sucked
But I’m just sittin thinkin of all the shit I cocked up
Nobody by my side, feelin like I’m not enough
Ah well, at the least the toilet paper’s stocked up
Guess what you get in this life can be some pot luck
Man I could really use some pot – shhh- stop, look
You were placed upon this playin field to throw the
Shotpu,t but it got swapped up with some proper hot
Stuff, now your hands are on fire, don’t you drop the stuff
Motherfucker grit your teeth and pull your socks up

CHORUS
Cause this is the Coronavirus lockdown
I wish I was drivin outside with the top down
If I had a convertible and a driver’s licence I would
Bump the beats out the speakers I wouldn’t be in silence, ay
And I pray that this world don’t turn to violence
Hope we don’t descend until they’re turnin on the sirens
Hope we can depend on the scientists and their findings
But in the meantime I’ll be stayin put and rhyming

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