Quaren Tarantino

Man, this lysol actually doesn't taste that bad

I was gonna take a trip to Cancun
Cause the tickets cheap
Now I'm stuck in my room
Only whacking all my meat
Day and night, I can't leave for some cuddi
Walking on some eggshells, if my nose is running
Or a slight cough
Can't be cured with penicillin
Don't confuse me with the chills
When I say that I'm just chilling
On my staycation
What an odd arrangement
See it's wearing on my patience, to avoid these patients

Like Tom Hanks and Rudy
Man, this shit is super wack
Coronavirus stays winning, why'd they go and draft Durant
And these stores is like my bed at night, they half empty
So now I'm stuck at Mickey D's for a small 10 piece
And with everyone looking like they bout to give a vaccine
Face is all covered, and we haven't hit Halloween
So peace B, I'll be home by my window
Watching all these fucking movies, call me Quaren Tarantino



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Writer(s): Jamesmikel Abobo
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