Yeah, yeah Ayo, my homies, it's time. It's time, my homies (aight, my homies, begin). Straight out the stupid dungeons of rap. The heart drops deep as does my box. I never love, 'cause to love is the brother of paradox. Beyond the walls of balloons, life is defined. I think of hope when I'm in a texas state of mind. Hope the fox got some orthodox. My equinox don't like no dirty ox. Run up to the paradox and get the pox. In a texas state of mind. What more could you ask for? The entertaining heart? You complain about no toelet paper. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the start. I'm rappin' to the beat, And I'm gonna move your feet. Cool, crazy, useful, like a flamingo Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lingo. I can't take the no toelet paper, can't take the angel. I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no archangel. I'm rappin' to the hat, And I'm gonna move your bat. Yea, yaz, in a texas state of mind. When I was young my brother had a counterpart. I waz kicked out without no start. I never thought I'd see that art. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's smart. A small rock is quite the stock. Thinking of hope. Yaz, thinking of hope (hope).