A Florida State of Mind (The Ang...

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, myself, it's time.

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

Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap.

 

The box drops deep as does my compass.

I never cry, 'cause to cry is the cousin of rumpus.

Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined.

I think of being famous one day when I'm in a florida state of mind.

 

Hope the ox got some equinox.

My fox don't like no dirty orthodox.

Run up to the paradox and get the pox.

 

In a florida state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The pointless box?

You complain about dirty clothes.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the angel,

And I'm gonna move your angell.

 

Ugly, crazy, big, like a bat

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

 

I can't take the dirty clothes, can't take the tail.

I woulda tried to kick I guess I got no entail.

 

I'm rappin' to the angell,

And I'm gonna move your angel.

 

Yea, yaz, in a florida state of mind.

 

When I was young my cousin had a mat.

I waz kicked out without no rat.

I never thought I'd see that cat.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's hat.

 

A hot book is quite the outlook.

 

Thinking of being famous one day. Yaz, thinking of being famous one day (being famous one day).