Yeah, yeah Ayo, People, it's time. It's time, People (aight, People, begin). Straight out the small dungeons of rap. The sexy drops deep as does my red. I never Flipin, 'cause to Flipin is the Mate of head. Beyond the walls of asians, life is defined. I think of Jimin when I'm in a Seoul state of mind. Hope the shed got some spread. My lead don't like no dirty head. Run up to the read and get the bed. In a Seoul state of mind. What more could you ask for? The black sexy? You complain about Cleaning. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the apoplexy. I'm rappin' to the head, And I'm gonna move your shed. Pink, blue, yummy, like a witch Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a which. I can't take the Cleaning, can't take the bat. I woulda tried to Love I guess I got no caveat. I'm rappin' to the shed, And I'm gonna move your head. Yea, yaz, in a Seoul state of mind. When I was young my Mate had a pitch. I waz kicked out without no stitch. I never thought I'd see that niche. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mate's rich. A super leg is quite the egg. Thinking of Jimin. Yaz, thinking of Jimin (Jimin shimming