Cholo Jones - Quarantine (feat. Lay Lay 2 Fi) Lyrics

Jesus Christ thats my main 'mane
Shawty Tana yea thats my main 'mane
CEO Porter my brother yea thats my main 'mane
And Barbie Bentley still mobbing that my main Jane
YPEMG forever oh thats my main gang
Lately I been 'thankin a lot about how 'thangs changed,
Cause it was cool bout a month ago
Yep we was blowing together a couple blunts ago
Not no mo, cause outta nowhere they pop up with this covid nineteen
Now everyday life look like some thing you might see on a screen
They turned me to a germaphobe my hands cocaine clean
This something different he no flu this aint that same ol thing
'Aye you can say the government up to they same ol games
The huggers hurting they cant do it that shit racking they brain
Dont try to make sense of it be informed and STAY IN 'YO LANE
Cause me Im masked up looking crazy f*ck it call me insane
Its looking like they waged war to me
Tryin to crush society like a piece of pottery
End of days predictions and prophesies
Material things fading like memories
I refuse to let these people lie to me
I know some folks who say its a conspiracy
We at war with a invisible enemy
You gotta stay prayed up when them times like these
Breaking news social distance shelter in place order ooh
You gotta find a different way to move
Now we live in a era where a cough sounds like a gunshot
People ducking wondering if they got that rona or not
QUARANTINE!
Hard to make them folks stay away from you
QUARANTINE!
When you practicing social distance letting the trap boom
QURANTINE!
I dont handle no business without my face covered
QUARANTINE!
Anybody got a problem wit it you know imma say f*ck em
My car down I cant get no food
Them folks aint drop out they just put em out the schools
Worried bout nan but my sons and daughters huh
Didnt somebody just get poked up bout some water
News got em scared now they shopping with the panic on
Water tissue bread everything you took for granted gone
I let my phone get turned off to keep the gas and the power on
This shit got me so stressed out I can barely even write a song
Niggas on some trippy shit
Im so wit the shit
The cutter in my hand Im just waiting on this stimulus
Check what nigga play and imma hit it
If the whole city sick who da f*ck finna fix it
Cases duplicating death toll racing
Look like dat spanish flu shit back from nineteen eighteen
Wuhan to Italy thru Austrailia san Juan
To Jamaica to Croatia from Bangladesh to Houston
Mexico Panama Haiti Peru and laguna
Beach California Louisiana and Aruba
From Ga wit the dawgs to Oklahoma wit the sooners
And its in p cola Florida Miami Paraguay and Cuba
Its looking like they waged war to me
Tryin to crush society like a piece of pottery
End of days predictions and prophesies
Material things fading like memories
I refuse to let these people lie to me
I know some folks who say its a conspiracy
We at war with a invisible enemy
You gotta stay prayed up when them times like these
Breaking news social distance shelter in place order ooh
You gotta find a different way to move
Now we live in a era where a cough sounds like a gunshot
People ducking wondering if they got that rona or not
QUARANTINE!
Hard to make them folks stay away from you
QUARANTINE!
When you practicing social distance letting the trap boom
QUARANTINE!
I dont handle no business without my face covered
QUARANTINE!
Anybody got a problem wit it you know imma say f*ck em
Its looking like they waged war to me
Tryin to crush society like a piece of pottery
End of days predictions and prophesies
Material things fading like memories
I refuse to let these people lie to me
I know some folks who say its a conspiracy
We at war with a invisible enemy
You gotta stay prayed up when them times like these