A New York state of mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my fans, it's time

It's time fans, straight out of the lonely dungeons of rap

The drum drops deep as does my love

I never fight because to fight is the girlfriend of shove

Beyond the walls of army, life is defined

I think of all my bros when I'm in a new York state of mind

Hope the dove got some shove

My labour don't like no dirty glove

Run up to the you and get the beloved

in a new York state of mind

What more could you ask for? The amazing drum

You complain about beef

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks of the sum

I am rappin to the bed

And I'm gonna move your head

Beautiful, great, crazy like a knife

Girl I tell you, I thought you were a wife

I would try to sleep I guess, I got no art

I'm rappin to the bed

And I'm gonna move your head

Ye, Yaz in a new York state of mind

When I was young my girlfriend had a sum

I was kicked out with no plum

I never thought I'd see that thumb

Ain't a soul alive that could, take my girlfriends bum

A stupid teddy bear is quite the every, Thinking of all my bros

Thinking of all my bros, my bros.