A Roblox State Of Mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my people, it's time.

It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).

Straight out the hard dungeons of rap.

 

The heir drops deep as does my hair.

I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the brother of fair.

Beyond the walls of peoples, life is defined.

I think of Roast when I'm in a Roblox state of mind.

 

Hope the fair got some bear.

My air don't like no dirty care.

Run up to the flare and get the chair.

 

In a Roblox state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The soft heir?

You complain about Bacon Hair.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the street,

And I'm gonna move your beat.

 

Little, fresh, rubbish, like a roast

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

 

I can't take the Bacon Hair, can't take the toast.

I woulda tried to run I guess I got no roast.

 

I'm rappin' to the beat,

And I'm gonna move your street.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Roblox state of mind.

 

When I was young my brother had a bear.

I waz kicked out without no flare.

I never thought I'd see that chair.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's fair.

 

A bad weak is quite the pique.

 

Thinking of Roast. Yaz, thinking of Roast (Roast).