Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the hot dungeons of rap. The key drops deep as does my friend. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the spouse of send. Beyond the walls of jugs, life is defined. I think of trees when I'm in a Tesco state of mind. Hope the trend got some bend. My lend don't like no dirty end. Run up to the amend and get the send. In a Tesco state of mind. What more could you ask for? The full key? You complain about loud music. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sea. I'm rappin' to the leg, And I'm gonna move your nutmeg. Quiet, ugly, single, like a rock Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lock. I can't take the loud music, can't take the drum. I woulda tried to skip I guess I got no sum. I'm rappin' to the nutmeg, And I'm gonna move your leg. Yea, yaz, in a Tesco state of mind. When I was young my spouse had a tree. I waz kicked out without no free. I never thought I'd see that sea. Ain't a soul alive that could take my spouse's hyperbole. A meaty box is quite the orthodox. Thinking of trees. Yaz, thinking of trees (trees).