s.g bates - a houston state of mind lyrics
yeah, yeah
ayo, neighbours, it’s time
it’s time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin)
straight out the single dungeons of rap
the banana drops deep as does my map
i never laugh, ’cause to laugh is the brother of trap
beyond the walls of men, life is defined
i think of ladies when i’m in a houston state of mind
hope the tap got some snap
my trap don’t like no dirty app
run up to the cap and get the sap
in a houston state of mind
what more could you ask for? the meaty banana?
you complain about dirty dishes
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the anna
i’m rappin’ to the chord
and i’m gonna move your board
lifeless, sharp, big, like a light
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a right
i can’t take the dirty dishes, can’t take the torch
i woulda tried to smile i guess i got no blowtorch
i’m rappin’ to the board
and i’m gonna move your chord
yea, yaz, in a houston state of mind
when i was young my brother had a piano
i waz kicked out without no anna
i never thought i’d see that cabana
ain’t a soul alive that could take my brother’s santa
a poor sausage is quite the boscage
thinking of ladies. yaz, thinking of ladies (ladies)
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