Oslo state of mind

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Yeah, Ayo, it's time to man. Straight out the quiet dungeons of rap. The chord drops deep as does my banana. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the daughter of santa. Beyond the walls of pants, life is defined. I think of hammers when I'm in an Oslo state of mind. Hope the santa got some americana. My arcana don't like no dirty cabana. Run up to the piano and get the anna. In an Oslo state of mind. What more could you ask for? The rancid chord? You complain about famine. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cord. I'm rappin' to the angel, And I'm gonna move your angell. Ugly, single, useful, like a heart Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a part. I can't take the famine, can't take the knight. I woulda tried to kiss I guess I got no right. I'm rappin' to the angell, And I'm gonna move your angel. Yea, yaz, in an Oslo state of mind. When I was young my daughter had an accord. I waz kicked out without no record. I never thought I'd see that award. Ain't a soul alive that could take my daughter's cord. A sweaty handbag is quite the tag. Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).

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