An America State of Mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, everyone, it's time.

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

Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap.

 

The heart drops deep as does my towel.

I never laugh, 'cause to laugh is the spouse of howl.

Beyond the walls of balloons, life is defined.

I think of hammers when I'm in an America state of mind.

 

Hope the owl got some foul.

My fowl don't like no dirty scowl.

Run up to the prowl and get the howl.

 

In an America state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The lonely heart?

You complain about dirty dishes.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the apple,

And I'm gonna move your rappel.

 

Single, super, crazy, like a tail

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

 

I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the aardvark.

I woulda tried to sing I guess I got no dark.

 

I'm rappin' to the rappel,

And I'm gonna move your apple.

 

Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind.

 

When I was young my spouse had a chart.

I waz kicked out without no smart.

I never thought I'd see that start.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my spouse's part.

 

Yo that that's it this time.