A Glasgow State of mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, women, it's time.

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

Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap.

 

The rap drops deep as does my rock.

I never walk, 'cause to walk is the friend of clock.

Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined.

I think of trees when I'm in a Glasgow state of mind.

 

Hope the talk got some lock.

My clock don't like no dirty stock.

Run up to the walk and get the block.

 

In a Glasgow state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The wet rap?

You complain about dirty dishes.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the tail,

And I'm gonna move your trail.

 

Ample, useful, sexy, like a light

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

 

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

I woulda tried to skip I guess I got no bend.

 

I'm rappin' to the trail,

And I'm gonna move your tail.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Glasgow state of mind.

 

When I was young my friend had an app.

I waz kicked out without no tap.

I never thought I'd see that map.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's trap.

 

A hot rod is quite the pod.

 

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