A Canada State of Mind (The Key ...
• Written by lil_queen_Iyana
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, women, it's time.
It's time, women (aight, women, begin).
Straight out the scrummy dungeons of rap.
The snail drops deep as does my cat.
I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the grandmother of caveat.
Beyond the walls of flamingos, life is defined.
I think of golf when I'm in a Canada state of mind.
Hope the at got some hat.
My caveat don't like no dirty bat.
Run up to the rat and get the mat.
In a Canada state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The smelly snail?
You complain about lateness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the scale.
I'm rappin' to the key,
And I'm gonna move your free.
Cool, stunning, scrummy, like a map
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an app.
I can't take the lateness, can't take the handbag.
I woulda tried to sail I guess I got no lag.
I'm rappin' to the free,
And I'm gonna move your key.
Yea, yaz, in a Canada state of mind.
When I was young my grandmother had a hail.
I waz kicked out without no trail.
I never thought I'd see that rail.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my grandmother's entail.
A pointy fairy is quite the contemporary.
Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf).
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lil_queen_Iyana
Member since October 21 2020