Yeah, yeah Ayo, Jacob, it's time. It's time, Jacob (aight, Jacob, begin). Straight out the Rapid dungeons of rap. The Car drops deep as does my Football. I never Run, 'cause to Run is the brother of stall. Beyond the walls of bike, life is defined. I think of Football when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the protocol got some call. My wall don't like no dirty fall. Run up to the ball and get the stall. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Beautiful Car? You complain about Games. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the spar. I'm rappin' to the dogs, And I'm gonna move your togs. Delightful, smooth, smelly, like a house Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a powerhouse. I can't take the Games, can't take the people. I woulda tried to Sleep I guess I got no laypeople. I'm rappin' to the togs, And I'm gonna move your dogs. Yea, yaz, in a London state of mind. When I was young my brother had a star. I waz kicked out without no r. I never thought I'd see that avatar. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's bar. A big box is quite the orthodox. Thinking of Football. Yaz, thinking of Football (Football).