Yeah, yeah Ayo, Donald, it's time. It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin). Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap. The snail drops deep as does my teddy bear. I never kiss, 'cause to kiss is the carer of everywhere. Beyond the walls of men, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in a Miami state of mind. Hope the hail got some trail. My scale don't like no dirty entail. Run up to the pale and get the rail. In a Miami state of mind. What more could you ask for? The quiet snail? You complain about volume. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trail. I'm rappin' to the map, And I'm gonna move your cap. Crazy, great, great, like a sausage Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a boskage. I can't take the volume, can't take the apple. I woulda tried to leap I guess I got no pineapple. I'm rappin' to the cap, And I'm gonna move your map. Yea, yaz, in a Miami state of mind. When I was young my carer had a dapple. I waz kicked out without no chapel. I never thought I'd see that pineapple. Ain't a soul alive that could take my carer's grapple. A sharp joystick is quite the trick. Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).