Yeah, yeah
Ayo, My BFF, it's time
It's time, My BFF (aight, My BFF, begin)
Straight out the pink dungeons of rap

The canvas drops deep as does my paint
I never sing, 'cause to sing is the sister of complaint
Beyond the walls of singers, life is defined
I think of books and art when I'm in a paris state of mind

Hope the trail got some scale
My rail don't like no dirty entail
Run up to the hail and get the pale

In a paris state of mind

What more could you ask for? The white canvas?
You complain about odd socks
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the canvass

I'm rappin' to the cookies
And I'm gonna movе your bookies

Tall, brown, chocolaty, like a snake
Boy, I tеll you, I thought you were a cake
I can't take the odd socks, can't take the ale
I woulda tried to riding I guess I got no entail

I'm rappin' to the bookies
And I'm gonna move your cookies

Yea, yaz, in a paris state of mind

When I was young my sister had a restraint
I waz kicked out without no saint
I never thought I'd see that constraint
Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's complaint

A delicious cake is quite the wake

Thinking of books and art. Yaz, thinking of books and art (books and art)