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j. scott may & crimson cash – boomers got my toilet paper lyrics

[hook]
i ain’t got no toilet paper!
i ain’t got no toilet paper!
boomers got my toilet paper!
boomers got my toilet paper!

[verse 1: j. scott may]
coronavirus in my sinuses
the lucy to my linuses
declining the signing of all my rights to the apostasies
crying while i’m dropping these mockeries
honestly fatalities keep me questioning all of my qualities
my rhyming may cause some ahs and oohs
or maybe so gaws and screw you’s
(ah f+ck you dude!)
but i don’t care
my derrière gives me some dairy airs of fairy tales and minor wears
but i’m doing fine and dining with my ideals
keeping it real til the sleeping heals
i get a nice meal every once in a while but give it time
i’m coming up on the come up
what you know about frontin?
i keep it real enough to f+ck with these critics and haters hating
no carbon dating my bars
i go twice as hard as all of y’all try hards
oh my gard, it’s a slow ritard
italian not the slur
i know the lines blur but f+ck what you heard
i’m not a sheep in the herd
i’m a wolf and y’all just wolfing up all over your cup
on my faded denim
and i say get em, all y’all chillens

[hook]
i ain’t got no toilet paper!
i ain’t got no toilet paper!
boomers got my toilet paper!
boomers got my toilet paper!

[verse 2: crimson cash]
bologna minus paper diner sets
don’t sanitize till simon says, to wipe it down with crown
cause we all outta of límon fresh
pull out the sofa couch and make your bed you slept in
while the sofa king composed of former bodies
freshly decomposed elected
perfected plans pursue to persecute the room with quarantine
to those without a vaccine if capacity exceeds maximum degree
overflow indeed
watch your kin or pass the seed
please this sh+t don’t grow on trees
(oh wait it does i guess?)
just in here banging chests against the mess
i question quests arrests perception
test my acuity
don’t tell me you’re through with me
willing to stew with these breaths
(achoo)
bless you, but you better bless me too
kurt vonnegut don’t wanna get ill
why do i limp with a chill?
whatever the color just swallow the pill
get the f+ck in the store and then beat up the grill
yo, f+ck that sh+t
i’ll think about it later
cause b+tch better have my paper!

[hook]
i ain’t got no toilet paper!
i ain’t got no toilet paper!
boomers got my toilet paper!
boomers got my toilet paper!

i ain’t got no toilet paper!
i ain’t got no toilet paper!
(karens got my toilet paper too)
boomers got my toilet paper!
boomers got my toilet paper!

- j scott may crimson cash lyrics

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