Liilz - 7am In Westfield Stratford lyrics
[Liilz - 7am In Westfield Stratford lyrics]
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin)
Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap
The apple drops deep as does my key
I never eat
'cause to eat is the husband of c
Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined
I think of golf when I'm in
A Prague state of mind
Hope the tree got some c
My sea don't like no dirty free
Run up to the flee and get the me
In a Prague state of mind
What more could you ask
For? The useful apple?
You complain about chickens
I gotta love it though - somebody
Still speaks for the chapel
I'm rappin' to the snail
And I'm gonna move your rail
Hairy, stunning, spiffing, like a flamingo
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dingo
I can't take the chickens, can't take the cat
I woulda tried to cry I guess I got no bat
I'm rappin' to the rail
And I'm gonna move your snail
Yea, yaz, in a Prague state of mind
When I was young my husband had a grapple
I waz kicked out without no dapple
I never thought I'd see that chapel
Ain't a soul alive that could
Take my husband's pineapple
A scrummy light is quite the insight
Thinking of golf yaz, thinking of golf (golf)