[Lyric] Sydeney (@epk8908)

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

The leg drops deep as does my apple
I never talk, 'cause to talk is the carer of grapple
Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined
I think of pianos when I'm in a Sidney state of mind

Hope the grapple got some dapple
My snapple don't like no dirty rappel
Run up to the chapel and get the pineapple

In a Sidney state of mind
What more could you ask for? The chewy leg?
You complain about chickens
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bootleg

I'm rappin' to the box
And I'm gonna move your fox
Amazing, pointy, sweaty, like a light
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a right

I can't take the chickens, can't take the chord
I woulda tried to cry I guess I got no award

I'm rappin' to the fox
And I'm gonna move your box

Yea, yaz, in a Sidney state of mind

When I was young my carer had a segue
I waz kicked out without no keg
I never thought I'd see that nutmeg
Ain't a soul alive that could take my carer's egg

A moist compass is quite the rumpus

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