life problems

Yeah, yeah Ayo, Pepul, it's time. It's time, Pepul (aight, Pepul, begin). Straight out the small dungeons of rap. The life drops deep as does my hate. I never spin, 'cause to spin is the brother of rate. Beyond the walls of knife, life is defined. I think of Cool sad when I'm in an English state of mind. Hope the great got some advocate. My state don't like no dirty plate. Run up to the mandate and get the rate. In an English state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hart life? You complain about Girls cheating. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the strife. I'm rappin' to the light, And I'm gonna move your night. Wet, sweaty, bright, like a sad Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cad. I can't take the Girls cheating, can't take the goat. I woulda tried to spin I guess I got no moat. I'm rappin' to the night, And I'm gonna move your light. Yea, yaz, in an English state of mind. When I was young my brother had an alewife. I waz kicked out without no knife. I never thought I'd see that wife. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's strife. A chewy tail is quite the rail. Thinking of Cool sad. Yaz, thinking of Cool sad (Cool sad). Refresh until you're happy with you