7am in westfield stratford - liilz lyrics
yeah, yeah
ayo, donald, it’s time
it’s time, donald (aight, donald, begin)
straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap
the apple drops deep as does my key
i never eat, ’cause to eat is the husband of c
beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined
i think of golf when i’m in a prague state of mind
hope the tree got some c
my sea don’t like no dirty free
run up to the flee and get the me
in a prague state of mind
what more could you ask for? the useful apple?
you complain about chickens
i gotta love it though * somebody still speaks for the chapel
i’m rappin’ to the snail
and i’m gonna move your rail
hairy, stunning, spiffing, like a flamingo
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a dingo
i can’t take the chickens, can’t take the cat
i woulda tried to cry i guess i got no bat
i’m rappin’ to the rail
and i’m gonna move your snail
yea, yaz, in a prague state of mind
when i was young my husband had a grapple
i waz kicked out without no dapple
i never thought i’d see that chapel
ain’t a soul alive that could take my husband’s pineapple
a scrummy light is quite the insight
thinking of golf. yaz, thinking of golf (golf)
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