eah, yeah Ayo, eddie, it's time. It's time, (aight, eddie, begin). Straight out the poor dungeons of rap. It’s lil j on the mic, (funny sound) Your turtle is a lil creep, how bout he go and weep. I think of dreams when I'm in a Charleston state of mind. However you, just think of Sydney, not the city, oh wait… Too soon? Too bad? So sad? U drunk lil boi Hope the got some trail. My hail don't like no dirty entail. Run up to the scale and get the rail. In a Charleston state of mind. What more could you ask for? The meaty turtle? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rapey lil turtle I'm rappin' to the angel, And I'm gonna move your black archangel. Slow, crazy, stupid, like a snail Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rail. I can't take the darkness, can't take the light. I woulda tried to love I guess I got no white. I'm rappin' to the black archangel, And I'm gonna move into a angel. Yea, yaz, in a Charleston state of mind. When I was young my pet had a wax myrtle. I waz kicked out without no crepe myrtle. I never thought I'd see that curtal. Ain't a soul alive that could take my pet's myrtle. A bumpy torch is quite the blowtorch. Thinking of dreams. Yaz, thinking of dreams (dreams