Yeah, yeah Ayo, gees, it's time. It's time, gees (aight, gees, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The lobby drops deep as does my money. I never asleep, 'cause to asleep is the brother of honey. Beyond the walls of ride, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a lagos state of mind. Hope the nabi got some hobby. My bobby don't like no dirty dobby. Run up to the dhobi and get the kohlrabi. In a lagos state of mind. What more could you ask for? The white lobby? You complain about fake life. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the kohlrabi. I'm rappin' to the grow, And I'm gonna move your hello. Black, cream, small, like a ring Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cling. I can't take the fake life, can't take the crown. I woulda tried to work I guess I got no renown. I'm rappin' to the hello, And I'm gonna move your grow. Yea, yaz, in a lagos state of mind. When I was young my brother had a gunny. I waz kicked out without no honey. I never thought I'd see that bunny. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's sunny. A rim legend is quite the flow. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).