Yeah, yeah Ayo, haters, it's time. It's time, haters (aight, haters, begin). Straight out the sad dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my brain. I never read, 'cause to read is the lover of vein. Beyond the walls of puppies, life is defined. I think of sadness when I'm in a Tel aviv state of mind. Hope the strain got some train. My disdain don't like no dirty plane. Run up to the vein and get the domain. In a Tel aviv state of mind. What more could you ask for? The depressed joystick? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stick. I'm rappin' to the rock, And I'm gonna move your walk. Great, strong, super, like a banana Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an anna. I can't take the darkness, can't take the book. I woulda tried to think I guess I got no overlook. I'm rappin' to the walk, And I'm gonna move your rock. Yea, yaz, in a Tel aviv state of mind. When I was young my lover had a tick. I waz kicked out without no trick. I never thought I'd see that kick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's dick. A beautiful head is quite the shed. Thinking of sadness. Yaz, thinking of sadness (sadness).