LAUNDRY

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