Las Vegas State of Mind (The Fr...
• Written by user471269851
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, jake, it's time.
It's time, jake (aight, jake, begin).
Straight out the bumpy dungeons of rap.
The book drops deep as does my key.
I never spin, 'cause to spin is the mate of tree.
Beyond the walls of iron filings, life is defined.
I think of hate when I'm in a las vegas state of mind.
Hope the tree got some hyperbole.
My flee don't like no dirty sea.
Run up to the tea and get the me.
In a las vegas state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The tiny book?
You complain about jerks.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the look.
I'm rappin' to the friend,
And I'm gonna move your end.
Sharp, greasy, crazy, like an angel
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an archangel.
I can't take the jerks, can't take the fairy.
I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no ancillary.
I'm rappin' to the end,
And I'm gonna move your friend.
Yea, yea, in a las vegas state of mind.
When I was young my mate had an overlook.
I waz kicked out without no crook.
I never thought I'd see that look.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's cook.
A pointy rod is quite the cod.
Thinking of hate. Yaz, thinking of hate (hate).
thanks for listne by lil jake
AKA (hasy)
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Member since October 11 2018