Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The man drops deep as does my human. I never sing, 'cause to sing is the mother of lumen. Beyond the walls of cars, life is defined. I think of Hope when I'm in a FLORIDA state of mind. Hope the acumen got some albumin. My lumen don't like no dirty bitumen. Run up to the cumin and get the numen. In a FLORIDA state of mind. What more could you ask for? The wide man? You complain about Bad habits. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the fan. I'm rappin' to the Animal, And I'm gonna move your anomal. Large, stupid, pointless, like a women Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a limon. I can't take the Bad habits, can't take the child. I woulda tried to rapping I guess I got no wild. I'm rappin' to the anomal, And I'm gonna move your Animal. Yea, yaz, in a FLORIDA state of mind. When I was young my mother had a plan. I waz kicked out without no pan. I never thought I'd see that can. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's scan. A big legend is quite the anomal. Thinking of Hope. Yaz, thinking of Hope (Hope).