Yeah, yeah
Ayo, God&jesus, it's time
It’s time, God&jesus (aight, God&jesus, begin)
Straight out the Big dungeons of rap

The ocean drops deep as does my florida
I never Skatting, 'cause to Skatting is the Older Brothers of corrida
Beyond the walls of Rollar Blades, life is defined
I think of Ocean when I'm in a florida state of mind

Hope the devotion got some commotion
My motion don’t like no dirty emotion
Run up to the notion and get the promotion

In a florida state of mind
What more could you ask for? The wheels ocean?
You complain about Haters
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the commotion

I'm rappin' to the KIng
And I'm gonna move your string

4, wheels, Thai, like a Navy
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a slavey

I can't take the Haters, can't take the fan
I woulda tried to FASt I guess I got no pan
I'm rappin' to the string
And I’m gonna move your KIng

Yea, yaz, in a florida state of mind

When I was young my Older Brothers had a lavi
I waz kicked out without no slavey
I never thought I’d see that gravy
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Older Brothers’s davy

A Skates Prince is quite the mince

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