prague state of mind
Bijjga MadhavYeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time. It's time, men (aight, men, begin). Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap. The leg drops deep as does my banana. I never sing, 'cause to sing is the aunt of santa. Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a Prague state of mind. Hope the americana got some cabana. My arcana don't like no dirty anna. Run up to the piano and get the santa. In a Prague state of mind. What more could you ask for? The married leg? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the peg. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your tree. Crazy, amazing, stupid, like a map Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a trap. I can't take the strangers, can't take the joystick. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no sic. I'm rappin' to the tree, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, yaz, in a Prague state of mind. When I was young my aunt had a nutmeg. I waz kicked out without no segue. I never thought I'd see that keg. Ain't a soul alive that could take my aunt's egg. A delightful book is quite the cook. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time. It's time, men (aight, men, begin). Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap. The leg drops deep as does my banana. I never sing, 'cause to sing is the aunt of santa. Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a Prague state of mind. Hope the americana got some cabana. My arcana don't like no dirty anna. Run up to the piano and get the santa. In a Prague state of mind. What more could you ask for? The married leg? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the peg. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your tree. Crazy, amazing, stupid, like a map Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a trap. I can't take the strangers, can't take the joystick. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no sic. I'm rappin' to the tree, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, yaz, in a Prague state of mind. When I was young my aunt had a nutmeg. I waz kicked out without no segue. I never thought I'd see that keg. Ain't a soul alive that could take my aunt's egg. A delightful book is quite the cook. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).
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