Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap. The knight drops deep as does my compass. I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the instructor of rumpus. Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined. I think of Love when I'm in a finland state of mind. Hope the night got some white. My insight don't like no dirty bite. Run up to the right and get the light. In a finland state of mind. What more could you ask for? The divorced knight? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the insight. I'm rappin' to the pineapple, And I'm gonna move your apple. Lonely, pointless, lonely, like a cat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mat. I can't take the strangers, can't take the apple. I woulda tried to push I guess I got no grapple. I'm rappin' to the apple, And I'm gonna move your pineapple. Yea, yaz, in a finland state of mind. When I was young my instructor had a rat. I waz kicked out without no bat. I never thought I'd see that at. Ain't a soul alive that could take my instructor's hat. A pointy snail is quite the pale. Thinking of Love. Yaz, thinking of Love (Love).