Cigar - Laundry Basket Lyrics

What the hell is up with that,

When you can't buy your own laundry basket

Why was I the victim? You stole my wicker tool

I came inside to check on my clothing as they're drying

I could've sworn I left it in the apartment laundry room



But now it's gone my clothing in a bundle

With socks, and pants, and underwear

Falling to the ground



F*ck the guy who took my shit

And stole my laundry basket

If I see you with my basket in the laundry room

I'll kick your ass shit on clothes

And take back my f*ckin' laundry basket

And then you'll be the victim because

You stole my wicker tool