Dispatch From Mar-a-Lago - L7

Hey, bro

Take this dispatch from Mar-a-Lago

I know

Got you a message from Mar-a-Lago

Storming the gates

Storming the gates

Storming the gates

In my room, flying the drone

Little blue birds blowing up my phone

It’s a fluke, we’re not under attack

Apparently this universe is getting fat

Hey, bro

Take this dispatch from Mar-a-Lago

I know

Got you a message from Mar-a-Lago

S.O.S.

from a golden throne

Mogul’s in deep shit, he’s all alone

It’s not good, a riot in fact

The whole friggin' country club is under attack

Warning, warning

Shelter in place

Hey, bro

It’s getting real at Mar-a-Lago

I know

Storming the gates of Mar-a-Lago

Mar-a-Lago

Storming the gates

Mar-a-Lago

Storming the gates

Mar-a-Lago

Storming the gates

Storming the gates at Mar-a-Lago

Mar-a-Lago

Mar-a-Lago

Mar-a-Lago

Storming the gates at Mar-a-Lago