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Letra : A Wiesbaden State of Mind

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Donald, it's time
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin)
Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap

The shoe drops deep as does my flip
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the carer of dip
Beyond the walls of curtains, life is defined
I think of pianos when I'm in a wiesbaden state of mind

Hope the tip got some trip
My dip don't like no dirty strip
Run up to the slip and get the ship

In a wiesbaden state of mind
What more could you ask for? The scrummy shoe?
You complain about the heat
I gotta love it though - somеbody still speaks for the blue

I'm rappin' to thе compass
And I'm gonna move your rumpus

Lifeless, stunning, strong, like a chord
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a ward

I can't take the the heat, can't take the apple
I woulda tried to love I guess I got no chapel
I'm rappin' to the rumpus
And I'm gonna move your compass

Yea, yaz, in a wiesbaden state of mind

When I was young my carer had a purview
I waz kicked out without no blue
I never thought I'd see that view
Ain't a soul alive that could take my carer's pursue

A little aardvark is quite the arc

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