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•21 Mar 2019
Yeah, yeah Ayo, mum, it's time. It's time, mum (aight, mum, begin). Straight out the beautiful dungeons of rap. The water drops deep as does my books. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the aunt of crooks. Beyond the walls of chocolates, life is defined. I think of cool when I'm in a Detroit state of mind. Hope the cooks got some hooks. My crooks don't like no dirty brooks. Run up to the nooks and get the looks. In a Detroit state of mind. What more could you ask for? The cute water? You complain about food. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the slaughter. I'm rappin' to the watch, And I'm gonna move your botch. Vicious, angry, old, like a ring Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a spring. I can't take the food, can't take the cat. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no hat. I'm rappin' to the botch, And I'm gonna move your watch. Yea, yaz, in a Detroit state of mind. When I was young my aunt had a daughter. I waz kicked out without no totter. I never thought I'd see that mater. Ain't a soul alive that could take my aunt's imprimatur. A bright money is quite the blini. Thinking of cool. Yaz, thinking of cool (cool).
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, mum, it's time. It's time, mum (aight, mum, begin). Straight out the beautiful dungeons of rap. The water drops deep as does my books. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the aunt of crooks. Beyond the walls of chocolates, life is defined. I think of cool when I'm in a Detroit state of mind. Hope the cooks got some hooks. My crooks don't like no dirty brooks. Run up to the nooks and get the looks. In a Detroit state of mind. What more could you ask for? The cute water? You complain about food. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the slaughter. I'm rappin' to the watch, And I'm gonna move your botch. Vicious, angry, old, like a ring Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a spring. I can't take the food, can't take the cat. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no hat. I'm rappin' to the botch, And I'm gonna move your watch. Yea, yaz, in a Detroit state of mind. When I was young my aunt had a daughter. I waz kicked out without no totter. I never thought I'd see that mater. Ain't a soul alive that could take my aunt's imprimatur. A bright money is quite the blini. Thinking of cool. Yaz, thinking of cool (cool).
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