Yeah, yeah Ayo, all those couples out there, it's time. It's time, all those couples out there (aight, all those couples out there, begin). Straight out the tiny dungeons of rap. Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness). The compass drops deep as does my mouse. I never chatter, 'cause to chatter is the buddy of spouse. Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in a Ramsay Street state of mind. Hope the warehouse got some house. My blouse don't like no dirty spouse. Run up to the powerhouse and get the grouse. In a Ramsay Street state of mind. What more could you ask for? The wet compass? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the gyrocompass. I'm rappin' to the tail, And I'm gonna move your entail. Slippery, yummy, wet, like a teddy Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an eddie. I can't take the darkness, can't take the book. I woulda tried to leap I guess I got no hook. I'm rappin' to the entail, And I'm gonna move your tail. Yea, yaz, in a Ramsay Street state of mind. When I was young my buddy had a heady. I waz kicked out without no ready. I never thought I'd see that steady. Ain't a soul alive that could take my buddy's eddy. A slippery stick is quite the kick. Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).