VERSE ONE:
I'm a mouse named Pinky - ask myself "What do we do
now, brain?!" Not the same thing that we always do.
Vacay cut short, out of town and out of sorts,
panic, now a pop' sport. Got home, but awfully screwed.
Tried to have a fun time, instead, I'm online
trying to get toilet paper, Lysol wipes along with food.
“Two week lockdown?!” - what a trip. Now I think
that's the Good Ol' Days. Never stayed home this long with
nowhere else to go. And the clever joke
that it's an introvert's dream's, just a bitter jerk's meme.
Masses? Isolated, hate it and they’re trying to cope. Please!
Of course I'm buying dope from the gov' 'cause it's free
delivery. You missing me with your subliminal diss -
you don't wear a mask at your Nanna's - it's minimal risk.
Maybe for you, but more people than two live in this city.
Don't need your selfishness or your pity
or your conspiracy theories. Need a real hobby badly,
'cause other peeps lost their lives sadly.
So quit with this shit! Just focus time into shit more legit.
To survive your mental crisis, might just need to rethink!!

CHORUS:
Time gets spent living life that's unwieldy.
Time gets spent re-watching a lotta TV.
Time gets spent finding it not easy
to get comfy in your residence with neighbours acting greasy!
Time gets spent trying not to lose your mind.
Time gets spent now in-between time.

VERSE TWO:
My heart goes out to all whose jobs' evaporated
practically overnight. Now lost and have to face it
everyday if not for a PS5.
Who wants to think that they, he or she'll be just fine
might be lying to them or those. Respite
from your own feelings by catching up on shows just might
be enough escape to help. Hate to tell y'all “you're right”
being upset and frustrated. Crud stakes and what's waiting
for you outside is out your control. "So, what, say we
go back inside and order out?!"
To sort it out, is out of order. Can't cross a border.
So Netflix and drink. Learn to be a hoarder,
learn to knit and crochet. Learn to be humble
when you spot that members of your squad are at odds and stumble,
instead of bragging 'bout your Bucket List getting crossed out.
Replace the "B" with "F". Yep this time out, we're all out!

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VERSE THREE:
Know I'm gonna sound like a dick but don't be jealous of this;
just a moment that I got off my ass.
But it was all written while sitting, so that's a Fudge Fact.
Besides, getting high with some wine - that's a tough act
to follow up with exercise!
Trying to combat the urge to work just from inside my bed,
so just take your opinion and slide!
For the first few weeks, thought I could take it in stride.
But I'm not that unique - some peeps are breaking inside,
and I'm not referring to backspins and cardboard.
Yo, action is called for, and that shit is not always kinetic.
Sometimes I ought to sit still, reflecting.
Most times I wanna spit ill and flex this brain on some Next Shit,
some time between din-din and breakfast. Guess if
time has no meaning, then Ego is fleeting.
Use my own feelings to make up my being.

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