Another day, another load of laundry

Soon as I woke up, that feeling was hauntin' me

Another dad with a hamper

I wonder if Chance the Rapper do his own laundry

Who cares?

I scoop socks calmly from under chairs

Underwears is its own load and spin cycle

Towels too, how are you?

I been busy keepin' this home together, you know

A family just growin' together

The hoverin' scent of cool linens

While the loop demands the fools keep sinnin'

Myself included, shit

I'm just hummin' in the kitchen, my son listenin'

He stare with them wide ol' eyes

Hummin' in the kitchen, my son listenin'

He stare with them wide ol' eyes

I'm hummin' in the kitchen, my son listenin'

He stare with them wide ol' eyes

We doin' laundry, we doin' laundry

We doin' laundry, we doin' laundry

(I'm hot like clothes in the dryer, clothes in the dryer)

You know the devil is a liar, silk pants don't go in the dryer

Hang 'em on the back of Bobby's recliner

I feel inspired by the shuffle of my fold

Cut a jib, born of my rib

We should have four or five hundred kids

I wonder how many loads of laundry that is

How many bottles of Gain will I gain in this game

Former rappers is fast dog walkers or podcast talkers

If the loose shoe fit

Perhaps I will launder zoot suits

For tips on tour with mariachi dancers

You know that's not an applicable answer for a ten year plan

But, I'm sure it'll all go according to plan

Unless, unless

Presently I'm just, you know

Hummin' in the kitchen, my son listenin'

He starin' with them wide ol' eyes

Hummin' in the kitchen, my son listenin'

He starin' with them wide ol' eyes

Hummin' in the kitchen

We doin' laundry, we doin' laundry