Lyrics Homely State Of Mind (7th grade forgotten track) - IT ALLBURNS

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Yeah, Yeah

Ayo audience, it's time, it's time, audience
Straight out the cute dungeons of raps
The money drops deep as does my cheese I never walk, cause to walk is the brother
Of pleas
Beyond the walls of golf carts, life is defined

I think of chungus when I'm in a home state of mind
Hope the E's got some T's My expertise don't like no dirty freeze
Run up to the disease and get that belt to beat it
Senseless
In a home state of minds
What more could you ask for

The comely money
You complain about a mess I got it leveled though
Somebody still speaks for the Easter bunny I'm rappin' to the books
And I'm gonna move straight to your hooks

Amazing, wild, goofy, like an aardvark
Boy I tell you, I thought you were sittin' alone in the park
I can't take a mess, can't take the pickle I woulda tried to sleep,
I guess I got noNickle, I'm rappin' to the hook and I'm gonna move your book
Yeah, yeah, I'm a savage, yeah, yeah, in a state of mind
When I was your young brother, had a bunny
A Easter bunny I was kicked out the house with no sonny
I never thought I'd see that honey In a soul that could take my brother's bikini
A delightful map, right into this rap Yeah, thinkin' of chungus, thinkin' of chungus

Big chunger, yeah, yeah, ayo audience, it's time
The money drops deep as my cheese I never walk, Cause to walk is the brother
Of disease
Got my mind thinkin' like I'm dead, I'm gone
For good
Nah, this song is in absent time, yeah
I think I'ma write a few lines, yeah Kick it out of the home state of mind, yeah
The home state of mind, it's the book of hip-hop Hope the ease, got some tease, my expertise
Don't like no dirty freeze, run up to the disease
And get the belt, be it senseless numb I hate COVID, please wear your mask and get
The vaccine

I think that my expertise is in thinkin
Clearly Please, I'm rappin' to the books and I'm
Gonna take your hook on your song

I'm just that popular, amazing, wild, goofy
Like an aardvark Boy, I tell you, I thought you were alone

In the park I can't take the mess, I can't take the pickles
I hate that flavor Nah, I woulda tried to sleep, I guess I got no nickel
What else could I ask for, uh, comely money
Gotta complain about that mess, I gotta love it though

Somebody speaks for the Easter Bunny