detroit state of mind - j.f. sawyer lyrics
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
s*xy, 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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