LAUNDRY

Verse 1: R.A.P. Ferreira
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, shi*
Chorus: R.A.P. Ferreira
Im 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
Im 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
(Im hot like clothes in the dryer, clothes in the dryer)
Verse 2: R.A.P. Ferreira
You know the devil is a liar, so pants dont go in the dryer
Hang em on the back of Bobbys 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 thats not an applicable answer for a ten year plan
But, Im sure itll all go according to plan
Unless, unless...
Presently Im just, you know
Chorus: R.A.P. Ferreira
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
(Im hot like clothes in the dryer, clothes, clothes in the dryer)
(Hot like clothes in the dryer)
[I did this in my bedroom where I separate the laundry ]
(Hot like clothes in the dryer)
(Hot like clothes in the dryer)
(I got skills that you cant comprehend)