Looking through the window solo
Desktop launched
Flex your dreams
Not my corona
Grifters knew it then
Passed on the kits
Wants us sick, wants us dead
Not my corona
Wash your hands thorough
Soap in palm
Fingers laced
Not my corona
Rotate your rubbing
Rub up top
Rub up back, rinse it slow
Not my corona
Work it from the home
Phones ring up, colleagues first
Friends to fam
Not my corona
Hit the grocery store
She wakes up
Up and out
Not my corona
Six feet away
Meters too
Measured tape
Not my corona
Tap the card straight down
Apple Pay
Not contact, hold the cash
Not my corona
N-n-n-n-n-n-not my corona
Not my corona
Quarantine ‘til over
Not my corona