Quaren Tarantino

Man, this lysol actually doesn't taste that bad I was gonna take a trip to Cancun Cause the tickets cheap Now I'm stuck in my room Only whacking all my meat Day and night, I can't leave for some cuddi Walking on some eggshells, if my nose is running Or a slight cough Can't be cured with penicillin Don't confuse me with the chills When I say that I'm just chilling On my staycation What an odd arrangement See it's wearing on my patience, to avoid these patients Like Tom Hanks and Rudy Man, this shit is super wack Coronavirus stays winning, why'd they go and draft Durant And these stores is like my bed at night, they half empty So now I'm stuck at Mickey D's for a small 10 piece And with everyone looking like they bout to give a vaccine Face is all covered, and we haven't hit Halloween So peace B, I'll be home by my window Watching all these fucking movies, call me Quaren Tarantino