A Humlebæk State Of Mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, myself, it's time. It's time, myself (aight, myself, begin). Straight out the emotionel dungeons of rap. The rain drops deep as does my train. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the wife of crain. Beyond the walls of trains, life is defined. I think of journey when I'm in a humlebæk state of mind. Hope the domain got some crain. My plane don't like no dirty strain. Run up to the vein and get the disdain. In a humlebæk state of mind. What more could you ask for? The free rain? You complain about train tickets. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the plane. I'm rappin' to the cold, And I'm gonna move your mold. Overwhelmed, blessed, rich, like a work Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a framework. I can't take the train tickets, can't take the home. I woulda tried to recover I guess I got no comb. I'm rappin' to the mold, And I'm gonna move your cold. Yea, yaz, in a humlebæk state of mind. When I was young my wife had a disdain. I waz kicked out without no train. I never thought I'd see that strain. Ain't a soul alive that could take my wife's domain. A joyful bike is quite the hike. Thinking of journey. Yaz, thinking of journey (journey).