In My Life

eah, yeah

Ayo, men, it's time.

It's time, men (aight, men, begin).

Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap.

aye

The handbag drops deep as does my bat.

I never sail, 'cause to sail is the wife of caveat.

Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined.

I think of hammers when I'm in a Cardiff state of mind.

aye

Hope the mat got some hat.

My caveat don't like no dirty at.

Run up to the cat and get the rat.

aye

In a Cardiff state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The hairy handbag?

You complain about poverty.

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

aye

I'm rappin' to the banana,

And I'm gonna move your americana.

aye

Tiny, sharp, moist, like a shoe

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

yeah

I can't take the poverty, can't take the pineapple.

I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no grapple.

Yeah

I'm rappin' to the americana,

And I'm gonna move your banana.

yeah

Yea, yaz, in a Cardiff state of mind.

aye

When I was young my wife had a tag.

I waz kicked out without no flag.

I never thought I'd see that drag.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my wife's rag.

yeah

A bumpy mouse is quite the spouse.

aye

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

I'ts Lil breezy

aye

aye