[Verse]
Yuh
I am no hero, I just write verses
I tip my hat to the doctors and the nurses
Nilan bring the Styrofoam, carry out into my home
Before I touch the box, I gotta disinfect the surface
My career would be screwed without the internet for certain
So I would assume if this had happened back in ‘85
Artists probably woulda had to get some separate work in
Even now, off the road, missin’ checks is hurtin’
She gettin’ freaky on the FaceTime for me
'Cause it might just be a while before we gettin’ sex in person
Just a month ago, shit was picturesque and perfect
Wish that I could say that things were gettin less concernin’
But instead, I’m having dark thoughts late at night
Triggering me to text my parents beggin' them to stay inside
Bad news stacking up, looking for a ray of shine
Something we could turn to, someone that’ll say it’s fine
Cause the dead thing just taking lives, and it wants to takes it time No amount of money or celebrity can change its mind
Life’s coming to a halt, they all mean the same as mine
It’s fucked up