Sarasota State of Mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, Oblock, it's time. It's time, Oblock (aight, Oblock, begin). Straight out the poor dungeons of rap. The rock drops deep as does my light. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the partner of white. Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a Sarasota state of mind. Hope the site got some right. My night don't like no dirty white. Run up to the insight and get the bite. In a Sarasota state of mind. What more could you ask for? The quiet rock? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the clock. I'm rappin' to the leg, And I'm gonna move your bootleg. Scrummy, little, entertaining, like a heart Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an art. I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the book. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no cook. I'm rappin' to the bootleg, And I'm gonna move your leg. Yea, yaz, in a Sarasota state of mind. When I was young my partner had a block. I waz kicked out without no clock. I never thought I'd see that talk. Ain't a soul alive that could take my partner's stock. A delightful mouse is quite the blouse. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love)