cabin fever
Been raining in Appalachia. Mixed with snow.
Miserable.
I don’t have time to be miserable.
When the weather sucks…
By the third day, I’m ready to push them outside. Fuck rain. Fuck snow.
Fuck mud.
If I have to listen to the collected songs of Nicki Minaj one more time…
This one is for the boys with the booming system
Top down, AC with the cooling system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin’ up
Got stacks on deck like he savin’ up
And he ill, he real, he might got a deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a motherfucking trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip
That’s the kind of dude I was lookin’ for
And yes you’ll get slapped if you’re lookin’ hoe
I said, “Excuse me, you’re a hell of a guy.”
I mean my, my, my, my you’re like pelican fly
I mean, you’re so shy and I’m loving your tie
You’re like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye,
oh
I kicked them out of the house.
I stood on the back steps and watched them kick the ball around.
Which is code for when they play, they play to win.
They play hard. It’s always life or death.
That will be about five more loads of laundry that I did not schedule for the laundry I would do today.
Make that six loads which is also code for I decided to join them.
They do not have a monopoly on mud.
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin’ away
Beating like a drum and it’s coming your way
Can’t you hear that
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that’s the super bass
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
He got that super bass
Boom-boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass
Yeah, that’s the super bass