Restriction of Movement (ROM) (@RVR.EAA Release) Lyrics

My wife and I is in quarantine

My wife and I keep arguing

We just landed on America; I kept asking if restriction was even a thing

We just came from Japan

Not everybody washing their hands

Lodging changed our plans

Gave our reserved room to another FAM

So now we don't have a kitchen

Wife kept following up with the front desk

I had to stop her from bitching

She don't think they were

I never experienced anything like this

The new young staff didn't want to listen

I think we been lied to

The manager's probably gonna lie too

I'll tell you what my wife might do

My wife is gonna verbally fight you

You never know, if she's gonna wanna bite you

We've been placed on ROM

Not everybody's face mask is on

I need more ammo and guns

Where has America gone

Free time is not any fun

Can't enjoy public with my son

Or shopping at the mall or

Identify haters on my front lawn

We all feel like we in prison 2020 is not what I envisioned

I read the news like old folks do pour whiskey to sip to help my mood

We all don't feel the same

And I just got off a plane; my body clock is not great

Looters still trying to relate

It's hard to tell who is racist nowadays

We blame and beat all Asians

That's not an illness we call created

The world is so going crazy

Covid exposed those no brains

How do I know if I'm sane

Some of us are stupid; I'm just saying

Setting their own expectations

College Kids are celebrating

Others stupids are full of hatred

A lot of us are impatient

You are not an essential patient

Some of us don't know our place

Some Americans are not proud

We all complain to the masses

On things you do nothing about

We've been placed on ROM

Not everybody's face mask is on

I need more ammo and guns

Where has America gone

Free time is not any fun

Can't enjoy public with my son

Shopping at the mall or

Identify haters on my front lawn

Everyone has an opinion and

Everyone has a point of view

But that doesn't mean that I care to hear it from you

April to September; I want a buy me a Kimber

I love the second amendment

The world is so complacent

Preach the freedom of speech

They never liked any president

They sound so intelligent

Oh please, at ease, you can't be

So deceived; your messages not well received; cliche thoughts from stupids

I'm tired of hearing of these

One-up people to sound bright

Can you recite the bill of rights?

Educate me on civil rights

Talk on religious rights

Why with all the riots

Protests supposed to be quiet

People are still defiant; I try not to be biased

Most of us aren't the brightest

Followers of non-compliance

We just feed of off violence

I fear for my life; show me firearms, I might buy it

Introduce me to suppliers; I'll be a faithful buyer

Twenty Twenty I'm getting so tired of it

We've been placed on ROM

Not everybody's face mask is on

I need more ammo and guns

Where has America gone

Free time is not any fun

Can't enjoy public with my son

Shopping at the mall or

Identify haters on my front lawn