A Chicago State of Mind

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A Chicago State of Mind (The Chord Hip Hop)
By Jaylen Cleveland
 
 
Yeah, yeah
A yo, friends, it's time.
It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin).
Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap.
The sausage drops deep as does my angel.
I never travel, 'cause to travel is the lover of archangel.
Beyond the walls of puppies, life is defined.
I think of love when I'm in a Chicago and a state of mind.
Hope the dapple got some rappel.
My pineapple doesn't like no dirty grapples.
Run up to the snapple and get the chapel.
In a Chicago state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The entertaining sausage?
You complain about the cold.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bossage.
I'm rappin' to the chord,
And I'm gonna move your board.
Scrummy, pointy, quiet, like an apple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a snapple.
I can't take the cold, can't take the pineapple.
I woulda tried to nuzzle I guess I got no rappel.
I'm rappin' to the board,
And I'm gonna move your chord.
Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind.
When I was young my lover had a snapple.
I waz kicked out without no chapel.
I never thought I'd see that dapple.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's grapple.
A rancid tail is quite the trail.
Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).

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