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