Detroit state of mind
J.F. Sawyer
GENRE
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, bob, it's time
It's time, bob (aight, bob, begin)
Straight out the ample dungeons of rap
The chese drops deep as does my plant
I never taste, 'cause to taste is the father-in-law of rant
Beyond the walls of aardvarks, life is defined
I think of Eating when I'm in a Detroit state of mind
Hope the can't got some scant
My grant don't like no dirty aunt
Run up to the ant and get the rant
In a Detroit state of mind
What more could you ask for? The amazing chese?
You complain about dirty dishes
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the expertise
I'm rappin' to the pixie
And I'm gonna move your nixie
Sexy, single, quiet, like an apple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a chapel
I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the flamingo
I woulda tried to zoom I guess I got no bingo
I'm rappin' to the nixie
And I'm gonna move your pixie
Yea, yaz, in a Detroit state of mind
When I was young my father-in-law had a freeze
I waz kicked out without no ease
I never thought I'd see that expertise
Ain't a soul alive that could take my father-in-law's seize
A beautiful box is quite the paradox
Thinking of Eating. Yaz, thinking of Eating (Eating)
Ayo, bob, it's time
It's time, bob (aight, bob, begin)
Straight out the ample dungeons of rap
The chese drops deep as does my plant
I never taste, 'cause to taste is the father-in-law of rant
Beyond the walls of aardvarks, life is defined
I think of Eating when I'm in a Detroit state of mind
Hope the can't got some scant
My grant don't like no dirty aunt
Run up to the ant and get the rant
In a Detroit state of mind
What more could you ask for? The amazing chese?
You complain about dirty dishes
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the expertise
I'm rappin' to the pixie
And I'm gonna move your nixie
Sexy, single, quiet, like an apple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a chapel
I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the flamingo
I woulda tried to zoom I guess I got no bingo
I'm rappin' to the nixie
And I'm gonna move your pixie
Yea, yaz, in a Detroit state of mind
When I was young my father-in-law had a freeze
I waz kicked out without no ease
I never thought I'd see that expertise
Ain't a soul alive that could take my father-in-law's seize
A beautiful box is quite the paradox
Thinking of Eating. Yaz, thinking of Eating (Eating)
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