Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin)
Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap
The angel drops deep as does my teddy
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the carer of eddie
Beyond the walls of curtains, life is defined
I think of love when I'm in a Tesco state of mind
Hope the eddie got some steady
My heady don't like no dirty eddy
Run up to the medi and get the ready
In a Tesco state of mind
What more could you ask for? The scrummy angel?
You complain about lateness
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the angell
I'm rappin' to the compass
And I'm gonna move your rumpus
Lifeless, stunning, strong, like a chord
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a record
I can't take the lateness, can't take the apple
I woulda tried to love I guess I got no snapple
I'm rappin' to the rumpus
And I'm gonna move your compass
Yea, yaz, in a Tesco state of mind
When I was young my carer had a cord
I waz kicked out without no board
I never thought I'd see that accord
Ain't a soul alive that could take my carer's award
A little aardvark is quite the mark
Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love)