(CHORUS)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, neighbours, it's time
It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin)
Straight out the married dungeons of rap
The rat drops deep as does my light
I never roam, 'cause to roam is the cousin of bite
Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined
I think of rappers when I'm in a Mars state of mind

(VERSE 1)
Hope the insight got some right
My white don't like no dirty site
Run up to the bite and get the night
In a Mars state of mind
What more could you ask for? The married rat?
You complain about loud music
I gotta love it though - somebody still spеaks for the bat

(CHORUS)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, nеighbours, it's time
It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin)
Straight out the married dungeons of rap
The rat drops deep as does my light
I never roam, 'cause to roam is the cousin of bite
Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined
I think of rappers when I'm in a Mars stat