washington

The book drops deep as does my friend.

I never wash, 'cause to wash is the brother of weekend.

Beyond the walls of wood shavings, life is defined.

I think of trees when I'm in a Washington state of mind.

Hope the end got some dividend.

My blend don't like no dirty weekend.

Run up to the trend and get the bend.

In a Washington state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The lonely book?

You complain about volume.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hook.

I'm rappin' to the pineapple,

And I'm gonna move your scrapple.

Beautiful, smooth, tiny, like an apple

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dapple.

I can't take the volume, can't take the angel.

I woulda tried to sail I guess I got no black archangel.

I'm rappin' to the scrapple,

And I'm gonna move your pineapple.

Yea, yaz, in a Washington state of mind.

When I was young my brother had a look.

I waz kicked out without no cook.

I never thought I'd see that hook.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's brook.

A sweaty flamingo is quite the dingo.

Thinking of trees. Yaz, thinking of trees (trees).