holy wata – state of mind lyrics
yeah, yeah
ayo, my mind, it’s time
it’s time, my mind (aight, my mind, begin)
straight out the wild dungeons of rap
the banana drops deep as does my cheese
i never spin, ’cause to spin is the instructor of expertise
beyond the walls of ants, life is defined
i think of food when i’m in a new jersey state of mind
hope the freeze got some ease
my seize don’t like no dirty tease
run up to the expertise and get the disease
in a new jersey state of mind
what more could you ask for? the large banana?
you complain about my lazy -ss
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the cabana
i’m rappin’ to the apple
and i’m gonna move your pineapple
a d-ck, smelly, ugly, like a light
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a right
i can’t take the my lazy -ss, can’t take the angel
i woulda tried to laugh i guess i got no black archangel
i’m rappin’ to the pineapple
and i’m gonna move your apple
yea, yaz, in a new jersey state of mind
when i was young my instructor had a piano
i waz kicked out without no santa
i never thought i’d see that cabana
ain’t a soul alive that could take my instructor’s americana
an useful bat is quite the caveat
thinking of food. yaz, thinking of food (food)
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