Yeah, yeah
Ayo, myself, it's time
It's time, myself (aight, myself, begin)
Straight out the useful dungeons of rap
The chord drops deep as does my teddy bear
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the brother of everywhere
Beyond the walls of handbags, life is defined
I think of Her when I'm in a Paris state of mind
Hope the accord got some award
My record don't like no dirty cord
Run up to the board and get the ward
In a Paris state of mind
What more could you ask for? The stupid chord?
You complain about failing a DKT
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the record
I'm rappin' to the cat
And I'm gonna move your hat
Crazy, grubby, little, like an album
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a record
I can't take the failing a DKT, can't take the soap
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no envelope
I'm rappin' to the hat
And I'm gonna move your cat
Yea, yaz, in a Paris state of mind
When I was young my brother had a scope
I waz kicked out without no dope
I never thought I'd see that envelope
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's rope
A scrummy map is quite the tap
Thinking of Her. Yaz, thinking of Her (Her)