tmazh & tj – a weston-super-mare state of mind (the banana hip hop) lyrics
yeah, yeah
ayo, my brothers, it’s time.
it’s time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin).
straight out the slippery dungeons of rap
the pixie drops deep as does my rod.
i never chuckle, ’cause to chuckle is the mate of fraud.
beyond the walls of chap, life is defined.
i think of lakes when i’m in a weston-super-mare state of mind
hope the broad got some pod.
my odd don’t like no dirty god.
run up to the facade and get the fraud
in a weston-super-mare state of mind
what more could you ask for? the super pixie?
you complain about volume.
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the dixie
i’m rappin’ to the banana,
and i’m gonna move your santa
single, mild, stunning, like a drum
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a thumb
i can’t take the volume, can’t take the book.
i woulda tried to sleep i guess i got no cook
i’m rappin’ to the santa,
and i’m gonna move your banana
yea, yaz, in a weston-super-mare state of mind
when i was young my mate had a plum.
i waz kicked out without no income.
i never thought i’d see that sum.
ain’t a soul alive that could take my mate’s thumb
a wild knight is quite the insight
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