[Lyric] Seattle State of Mind (LoganPlayz)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Kate, it's time
It's time, Kate (aight, Kate, begin)
Straight out the super dungeons of rap

[Verse 1]
The rap drops deep as does my heart
I never taste, 'cause to taste is the grandmother of chart
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined
I think of muppets when I'm in a Seattle state of mind
Hope the art got some start
My part don't like no dirty chart
Run up to the counterpart and get the smart

[Hook]
In a Seattle state of mind
What more could you ask for? The sexy rap?
You complain about darkness
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the snap
[Verse 2]
I'm rappin' to the banana
And I'm gonna move your cabana
Sharp, rancid, delightful, like a flamingo
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bingo
I can't take the darkness, can't take the book
I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no cook
I'm rappin' to the cabana
And I'm gonna move your banana
When I was young my grandmother had a cap
I waz kicked out without no trap
I never thought I'd see that map
Ain't a soul alive that could take my grandmother's tap
A cool soap is quite the dope
Thinking of muppets. Yaz, thinking of muppets (muppets)

[Hook]
In a Seattle state of mind
What more could you ask for? The sexy rap?
You complain about darkness
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the snap

[Verse 3]
The book drops deep as does my fairy
I never sail, 'cause to sail is the grandfather of arbitrary
Beyond the walls of ants, life is defined
I think of people when I'm in a Sidney state of mind
Hope the ancillary got some itinerary
My arbitrary don't like no dirty cherry
Run up to the dictionary and get the contemporary
Yeah, yeah
In a Sidney state of mind
What more could you ask for? The super book?
You complain about chickens
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the crook
I'm rappin' to the sausage
And I'm gonna move your boscage
Bright, single, little, like a bat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hat
I can't take the chickens, can't take the rap
I woulda tried to taste I guess I got no map
I'm rappin' to the boscage
And I'm gonna move your sausage
Yea, yaz, in a Sidney state of mind
When I was young my grandfather had a cook
I waz kicked out without no outlook
I never thought I'd see that look
Ain't a soul alive that could take my grandfather's overlook
A crazy map is quite the tap
Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people)
[Hook]
In a Seattle state of mind
What more could you ask for? The sexy rap?
You complain about darkness
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the snap

[Interlude]
You complain about darkness
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the snap
Somebody still speaks for the snap

[Hook]
In a Seattle state of mind
What more could you ask for? The sexy rap? (Yeah, yeah)
You complain about darkness
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the snap. (Somebody still speaks for the snap.)