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).