Yooo brooo. Ain't got noooo hooommmmeee Yeah, yeah Ayo, my homie homeless, it's time. It's time, my homie homeless (aight, my homie homeless, begin). Straight out the lost dungeons of rap. The house drops deep as does my van. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the mother of plan. Beyond the walls of homes, life is defined. I think of homes when I'm in a Vancouver state of mind. Hope the plan got some man. My can don't like no dirty fan. Run up to the pan and get the span. In a Vancouver state of mind. What more could you ask for? The alone house? You complain about no house. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the mouse. I'm rappin' to the mel, And I'm gonna move your shell. Desperate, sad, tough, like a stick Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a kick. I can't take the no house, can't take the bag. I woulda tried to work I guess I got no lag. I'm rappin' to the shell, And I'm gonna move your mel. Yea, yaz, in a Vancouver state of mind. When I was young my mother had a grouse. I waz kicked out without no warehouse. I never thought I'd see that spouse. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's blouse. A homeless school is quite the tool. Thinking of homes. Yaz, thinking of homes (homes). Good luck out there Knutson