Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Jeremiah, it's time
It's time, Jeremiah (aight, Jeremiah, begin)
Straight out the significant dungeons of rap

The Cup drops deep as does my Bottle
I never draw, 'cause to draw is the Mother of wattle
Beyond the walls of Girls, life is defined
I think of Friends when I'm in a New York state of mind

Hope the backup got some makeup
My startup don't like no dirty followup
Run up to the setup and get the pickup

In a New York state of mind
What more could you ask for? The loutish Cup?
You complain about Being ignorant
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the followup

I'm rappin' to the Sticker
And I'm gonna move your flicker

Poised, gentle, needy, like a Pencil
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hensel

I can't take the Being ignorant, can't take the Desk
I woulda tried to belong I guess I got no levesque
I'm rappin' to the flicker
And I'm gonna move your Sticker

Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind

When I was young my Mother had a bluebottle
I waz kicked out without no mottle
I never thought I'd see that wattle
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mother's throttle

A rainy Window is quite the jindo

Thinking of Friends. Yaz, thinking of Friends (Friends)