Postal Lady

I wipe the crust from the corner of my eye
 I walk towards the kitchen and pour myself a coffee
 I'll prolly step on a Lego just to verify
 That I'm still alive and y'all ain't killed me already
 Daddy loves you, I say what's up to the baby
 Like, "What's up, baby?" You're such a baby, huh
 And then I find the other kids and give 'em all high fives
 Say good mornin' to my wife, it's a glorious life, right?
 (Meow) I put some food in the cat's bowl
 That way the cat doesn't think I'm an asshole
 And put some Cheerios in the Sean bowl
 Mixin' in the Golden Grahams for the combo
 The sun kinda sneaks in slow
 Like melting gold, it's like lava when it starts to flow
 Even when it's cold outside
 And the whole south side's still covered with snow
 But this is a beautiful, summery kind of bright-color
 Coloring book, good vibes and good looks
 Got me lookin' out the window from the front of the house
 I put my foot on my knee when I took a seat on the couch
 Wakin' up my phone so I can watch the clock
 Like there's a countdown, but there's not now
 And usual you're punctual like a nail
 I see the government vehicle, here comes the mail
 And the package that's arrivin', it's not mine
 It's some shit that my wife ordered online
 Like if the sun burns out and civilization stopped
 My doorstep still catches more cardboard boxes
 It's a problem, this ain't the time to address it, though
 I'm not tryna look like a mid-life mess, but, yo
 Here she comes now, no words, no smilin'
 Just hands me my mail and walks towards the horizon