Laundromat Vibes

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I sat inside the laundromat, contemplating life… little did I know the next day, it’d be used by the perfect wife… she don’t know just who she is, and I promise that’s fine… because if she did know who I was, she’s probably be like, “why” ohhh woah ohh, yo ho, I feel like a pirate tonight… hardy argh harrr argh argh, Krabby kinda vibes… money, money, money, it’s on me, ever overactive mind… money, money, money, something I never seem to find… yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m really enjoying the climb, the view up here is beautiful, it’s like, livin’ on some Tennessee time… Ohhh, she’s dreaming of the Tennessee Type… Volunteer, I’m showin’ up in Orange, and screamin’ out, “BABY WE’RE SO TIRED OF WAR!” Weee just wanna watch, the football fly, as someone leaps into the End Zone, and the crowd erupts in delight… Yeahhh, I guess what I need’s a South Eastern Dream, to carry me through my sleep… I’m so hungry, and, my body’s too weak to eat… I just wanna see that football fly…fly… on a moonlit, jammin’ out, on a tailgate kinda Saturday Night! Blue Jean leggings and a crispy little sprite, a cannabis pen, and a lil bitta gin, and everything about to be, alright! it’s All alright! finally all alright!! laundromat, laundromat, that… laundromat, laundromat, yeah! yeah! laundromat, the laundromat, you bent over, I said, “damn! she gotta really nice ass!” yeahhh, honestly creepin’, at the laundromat… ahhh… why the heck she do that!? do that, do that, do that?? horn’s needs, at the laundromat, the laundromat, the laundromat, the laundromat… hot and heavy, a lil bit wet, good thing they gotta dryer, at the, lawn dro Matt! that lawn dro Matt! that real rap’s back! know why!? cheeks clapped, at the laundromat! yeahhhhh!!! WHATCHA KNOW ABOUT DAT!? dat dat dat dat! Dolla dolla bills! Bill Nye the Science Guy, Bill Burr, likely wants to die? I’m just assuming, don’t sue me, a’ight?? I’m high at the laundromat…on my phone while I write a rap…kinda gotta, take a crap…might poop at the laundromat, the laundromat…that laundromat, laundromat…farted, also sharted, wipe my ass, good thing a dookie layer at the laundromat… yeahhh… real rap’s….