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@epk8908 - sydeney lyrics

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yeah, yeah
ayo, men, it’s time
it’s time, men (aight, men, begin)
straight out the super dungeons of rap

the leg drops deep as does my apple
i never talk, ’cause to talk is the carer of grapple
beyond the walls of hands, life is defined
i think of pianos when i’m in a sidney state of mind

hope the grapple got some dapple
my snapple don’t like no dirty rappel
run up to the chapel and get the pineapple

in a sidney state of mind
what more could you ask for? the chewy leg?
you complain about chickens
i gotta love it though + somebody still speaks for the bootleg

i’m rappin’ to the box
and i’m gonna move your fox

amazing, pointy, sweaty, like a light
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a right

i can’t take the chickens, can’t take the chord
i woulda tried to cry i guess i got no award
i’m rappin’ to the fox
and i’m gonna move your box

yea, yaz, in a sidney state of mind

when i was young my carer had a segue
i waz kicked out without no keg
i never thought i’d see that nutmeg
ain’t a soul alive that could take my carer’s egg

a moist compass is quite the rumpus

thinking of pianos. yaz, thinking of pianos (pianos)

- epk8908 lyrics

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