Sky (13:02)

Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the stupid dungeons of rap. The teddy bear drops deep as does my head. I never cry, 'cause to cry is the mate of spread. Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined. I think of lakes when I'm in a North Pole state of mind. Hope the bed got some read. My lead don't like no dirty red. Run up to the shed and get the spread. In a North Pole state of mind. What more could you ask for? The little teddy bear? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the everywhere. I'm rappin' to the handbag, And I'm gonna move your rag. Greasy, big, chewy, like a knight Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a night. I can't take the war, can't take the chord. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no board. I'm rappin' to the rag, And I'm gonna move your handbag. Yea, yaz, in a North Pole state of mind. When I was young my mate had a light. I waz kicked out without no night. I never thought I'd see that bite. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's white. A delightful box is quite the fox. Thinking of lakes. Yaz, thinking of lakes (lakes).