Letra de Dispatch From Mar-a-Lago
Hey, bro Take this dispatch from Mar-a-Lago I know Got you a message from Mar-a-LagoStorming the gates Storming the gates Storming the gatesIn 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 fatHey, bro Take this dispatch from Mar-a-Lago I know Got you a message from Mar-a-LagoS.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 attackWarning, warning Shelter in placeHey, 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-LagoMar-a-Lago Mar-a-Lago Mar-a-Lago Storming the gates at Mar-a-Lago