Untitled Song
• Written by Ibby2459
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, neighbours, it's time.
It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin).
Straight out the single dungeons of rap.
The key drops deep as does my towel.
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the brother of owl.
Beyond the walls of men, life is defined.
I think of pianos when I'm in a Tesco state of mind.
Hope the owl got some foul.
My prowl don't like no dirty fowl.
Run up to the scowl and get the howl.
In a Tesco state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The ugly key?
You complain about poverty.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the me.
I'm rappin' to the light,
And I'm gonna move your site.
Crazy, poor, delightful, like a knight
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a white.
I can't take the poverty, can't take the stick.
I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no quick.
I'm rappin' to the site,
And I'm gonna move your light.
Yea, yaz, in a Tesco state of mind.
When I was young my brother had a free.
I waz kicked out without no flee.
I never thought I'd see that tree.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's c.
A greasy sausage is quite the boskage.
Thinking of pianos. Yaz, thinking of pianos (pianos).
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Ibby2459
Member since August 14 2020