Lyrics Outbreak - Rick Boom

Yeah
What a hell of a time to hold my breath
When the air I breathe is neither clean nor free
But full of rumors of war, famine, and death
Nonviolent crimes now, no longer warrant arrests
No more ammos left on the shelf Hmm
This ain't the time for conspiracy
Niggas get drunk off of spirits
Granddaddy saw me grab both my bible and gat
Might have some folks at my neck like I got strep, oh
They say this is a pandemic
I see them boarding up businesses
Families scared for they children
Them bullets won't kill no COVID
But 19 shots of Four Rose's might put your ass in a coma
While tryna sleep this thing over
I'm partially anti-social
Got my social distance diploma
While they party away
Smoke and sip on Corona
Immunity must be golden
I had a session at 10
Not doing biz at the moment

Quarantine
This that quarantine
This that quarantine
This that quarantine
This that quarantine
This that, this that, ooouuu
Quarantine
This that quarantine
This that quarantine
This that quarantine
This that quarantine

If them vibes ain't good then don't come round me
If them vibes ain't good then don't come round me
They said 6 but you gone have to give me 60 feet
That's how it's gotta be when you don't wanna see me eat
I'm a flexitarian, no I don't do no beef
If I let 'em make the plate they'll leave out the green
Fuck the hating tell 'em I got toilet paper ugh

This that quarantine
This that quarantine
This that quarantine
This that quarantine
This that, this that, ooouuu
Quarantine
This that quarantine
This that quarantine

This that quarantine
This that quarantine
If them vibes ain't good, then don't come round me
If them vibes ain't good, then don't come round me
They said 6, but you gone have to give me 60 feet

Do I give you life
Or do I kill you
Tell me am I the knife
Or do I heal you
Do I tear you down
Or do I build you
Am I the life of the party
Or the cause of the vigil

Seems like you're feeling unsure
Just know we can be both the disease and the cure
There's influenza galore
Is your influence pure
Is it pure, is it pure

There's a pandemic on my stereo
And it goes left... right
I don't know which way to go
There's a pandemic on my stereo
And it goes left... right
I don't know which way to go
There's a pandemic on my stereo
And it goes left... right
I don't know which way to go
There's a pandemic on my stereo
And it goes left... right
I don't know which way to go