FRIENDS

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Friends, it's time.

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

Straight out the single dungeons of rap.

 

The box drops deep as does my chord.

I never drink, 'cause to drink is the lawyer of record.

Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined.

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

 

Hope the ward got some board.

My cord don't like no dirty award.

Run up to the record and get the accord.

*Refren*

In a Cardiff state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The yummy box?

You complain about mess.

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

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I'm rappin' to the soap,

And I'm gonna move your scope.

 

Spiffing, lifeless, grubby, like a head

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

 

I can't take the mess, can't take the light.

I woulda tried to push I guess I got no right.

 

I'm rappin' to the scope,

And I'm gonna move your soap.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Cardiff state of mind.

 

When I was young my lawyer had a lox.

I waz kicked out without no fox.

I never thought I'd see that ox.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my lawyer's paradox.

 

A loud banana is quite the santa.

 

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