A Portland State Of Mind (the ch...
• Written by MrPickleK1NG
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Donald, it's time.
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin).
Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap.
The key drops deep as does my rock.
I never hit, 'cause to hit is the son of walk.
Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined.
I think of muppets when I'm in a Portland state of mind.
Hope the block got some talk.
My clock don't like no dirty walk.
Run up to the stock and get the lock.
In a Portland state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The meaty key?
You complain about darkness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sea.
I'm rappin' to the chord,
And I'm gonna move your accord.
Sharp, great, sweaty, like a pain
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a strain.
I can't take the darkness, can't take the knight.
I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no insight.
I'm rappin' to the accord,
And I'm gonna move your chord.
Yea, yaz, in a Portland state of mind.
When I was young my son had a me.
I waz kicked out without no free.
I never thought I'd see that flee.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my son's tree.
A sweaty map is quite the trap.
Thinking of muppets. Yaz, thinking of muppets (muppets).
