the cheese drops deep as my money.I never sleep . cause to sleep is the mother of sunny.beyond the walls of bikes.life is defined.I think of hope when I'm in a new York state of mind.hope the freeze got some seize. my tease don't like no dirty ease.run up to the disease and get the expertise.in a new York state of mind.what more could you ask for? the blue cheese? you complain about dirty dishes.I gotta love it though.somebody still speaks 4 the disease.I'm rapping 4 the fun.and I'm gonna move your sun.yellow,red,brown.like a rock boy. I thought you we're a lock.I can't take the dirty dishes.can't take the fame.now you better scream my name.in a new York state of mind