Liilz - 7am In Westfield Stratford lyrics

Yeah, yeah ayo, Donald, it's time
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)