[Verse]
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Elon Musk, it's time
It’s time, Elon Musk (aight, Elon Musk, begin)
Straight out the gassy dungeons of rap
The bikes drops deep as does my man
I never talkin, 'cause to talkin is the brother of pan
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined
I think of getting down on the floor when I'm in a new york state of mind
Hope the plan got some span
My can don’t like no dirty scan
Run up to the pan and get the fan
In a new york state of mind
What more could you ask for? The smelly bikes?
You complain about the flipping school shooter
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the pikes
I'm rappin' to the alu
And I'm gonna move your cefalu
Dirty, water, ass, like a nike
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a psyche
I can't take the the flipping school shooter, can't take the soup
I woulda tried to moonwalkin I guess I got no dupe
I'm rappin' to the cefalu
And I’m gonna move your alu
Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind
When I was young my brother had a strikes
I waz kicked out without no likes
I never thought I’d see that spikes
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother’s dykes
A poopy hen is quite the pen
Thinking of getting down on the floor. Yaz, thinking of getting down on the floor (getting down on the floor)