A Paris State Of Mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, neighbours, it's time. It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin). Straight out the useful dungeons of rap. The banana drops deep as does my mouse. I never travel, 'cause to travel is the instructor of house. Beyond the walls of cars, life is defined. I think of people when I'm in a paris state of mind. Hope the warehouse got some powerhouse. My blouse don't like no dirty spouse. Run up to the house and get the grouse. In a paris state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sexy banana? You complain about lateness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the santa. I'm rappin' to the fairy, And I'm gonna move your dictionary. Lonely, little, sharp, like a sausage Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bossage. I can't take the lateness, can't take the drum. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no sum. I'm rappin' to the dictionary, And I'm gonna move your fairy. Yea, yaz, in a paris state of mind. When I was young my instructor had a santa. I waz kicked out without no anna. I never thought I'd see that cabana. Ain't a soul alive that could take my instructor's arcana. An ugly joystick is quite the trick. Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people).