The rock drops deep as does my rap. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the mariam of snap. Beyond the walls of gloves, life is defined. I think of fortnite when I'm in an England state of mind. Hope the cap got some app. My snap don't like no dirty tap. Run up to the trap and get the map. In an England state of mind. What more could you ask for? The mild rock? You complain about the heat. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the block. I'm rappin' to the joystick, And I'm gonna move your sic. Moist, hot, greasy, like a flamingo Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bingo. I can't take the the heat, can't take the banana. I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no cabana. I'm rappin' to the sic, And I'm gonna move your joystick. Yea, yaz, in an England state of mind. When I was young my mariam had a lock. I waz kicked out without no talk. I never thought I'd see that stock. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mariam's block. A yummy fairy is quite the itinerary. Thinking of fortnite. Yaz, thinking of fortnite (fortnite).