Quarantined Since '93
They talking quarantine
But tell me why I'm still outside
Third floor balcony, the closest I can get to cloud 9
When they start to notice me, I'm saying it's bout time
Grew up with no guidance, but somehow I turned out fine
Move too fast I'm high at 12 years old
Back when Funplex used to throw teen nights at The Zone
Older brothers went
I always wanted to go
When you baby bro you always got to stay home
My Nepali girl on the couch she hitting Cush ups
Dropping every week
No hesitation to cook up
Virus going crazy
Got everybody shook up
Ain't gon' cap, I'm nervous
I might just pick the book up
What the fuck is quarantine
I been doing that since 1993
Nigga that shit ain't new to me
I don't care about yo jeans
Nigga that shit ain't true to me
All yo goals in a month
Nigga I do that through the week
Even if I'm still alive
Bet they gon' sing my eulogy
If she real she take my name
And tatt it all on her booty cheek
Eiffel Tower out in Paris
That sound like a view to me
All this stress
I don't smoke, but I'm gon' need 'bout two or three
So done with being fake
I just unfollowed, my dog
A million followers won't pay yo car note, my dog
A harsh reality gon' get yo heart broke, my dog
What's new go out of season by tomorrow, my dog
Never follow them
I think it's best I do me
All they do is kick it
I'm gon' call them Bruce Lee
Can't wait to quit my job
I'm ready to drop my two weeks
You wonder why I'm nice
'Cause I'm still up while you sleep
But tell me why I'm still outside
Third floor balcony, the closest I can get to cloud 9
When they start to notice me, I'm saying it's bout time
Grew up with no guidance, but somehow I turned out fine
Move too fast I'm high at 12 years old
Back when Funplex used to throw teen nights at The Zone
Older brothers went
I always wanted to go
When you baby bro you always got to stay home
My Nepali girl on the couch she hitting Cush ups
Dropping every week
No hesitation to cook up
Virus going crazy
Got everybody shook up
Ain't gon' cap, I'm nervous
I might just pick the book up
What the fuck is quarantine
I been doing that since 1993
Nigga that shit ain't new to me
I don't care about yo jeans
Nigga that shit ain't true to me
All yo goals in a month
Nigga I do that through the week
Even if I'm still alive
Bet they gon' sing my eulogy
If she real she take my name
And tatt it all on her booty cheek
Eiffel Tower out in Paris
That sound like a view to me
All this stress
I don't smoke, but I'm gon' need 'bout two or three
So done with being fake
I just unfollowed, my dog
A million followers won't pay yo car note, my dog
A harsh reality gon' get yo heart broke, my dog
What's new go out of season by tomorrow, my dog
Never follow them
I think it's best I do me
All they do is kick it
I'm gon' call them Bruce Lee
Can't wait to quit my job
I'm ready to drop my two weeks
You wonder why I'm nice
'Cause I'm still up while you sleep
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Smith-green
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