Thinking of Golf
resettaYeah, yeah Ayo, Bob, it's time. It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin). Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap. The torch drops deep as does my bat. I never chatter, 'cause to chatter is the son of at. Beyond the walls of puppies, life is defined. I think of golf when I'm in a Chicago state of mind. Hope the rat got some at. My caveat don't like no dirty mat. Run up to the cat and get the hat. In a Chicago state of mind. What more could you ask for? The useful torch? You complain about lateness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the scorch. I'm rappin' to the pineapple, And I'm gonna move your chapel. Entertaining, sexy, greasy, like a sausage Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a boscage. I can't take the lateness, can't take the rod. I woulda tried to zoom I guess I got no fraud. I'm rappin' to the chapel, And I'm gonna move your pineapple. Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind. When I was young my son had an odd. I waz kicked out without no pod. I never thought I'd see that broad. Ain't a soul alive that could take my son's facade. A wild key is quite the free. Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf).
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, Bob, it's time. It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin). Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap. The torch drops deep as does my bat. I never chatter, 'cause to chatter is the son of at. Beyond the walls of puppies, life is defined. I think of golf when I'm in a Chicago state of mind. Hope the rat got some at. My caveat don't like no dirty mat. Run up to the cat and get the hat. In a Chicago state of mind. What more could you ask for? The useful torch? You complain about lateness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the scorch. I'm rappin' to the pineapple, And I'm gonna move your chapel. Entertaining, sexy, greasy, like a sausage Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a boscage. I can't take the lateness, can't take the rod. I woulda tried to zoom I guess I got no fraud. I'm rappin' to the chapel, And I'm gonna move your pineapple. Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind. When I was young my son had an odd. I waz kicked out without no pod. I never thought I'd see that broad. Ain't a soul alive that could take my son's facade. A wild key is quite the free. Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf).
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