Unbekannter Verfasser - A Wiesbaden State of Mind songtext (lyrics)

[Unbekannter Verfasser - A Wiesbaden State of Mind songtext lyrics]

Yeah, yeah ayo, Donald, it's time
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin)
Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap

The shoe drops deep as does my flip
I never eat
'cause to eat is the carer of dip
Beyond the walls of curtains, life is defined
I think of pianos when I'm in
A wiesbaden state of mind

Hope the tip got some trip
My dip don't like no dirty strip
Run up to the slip and get the ship
In a wiesbaden state of mind
What more could you ask
For? The scrummy shoe?
You complain about the heat
I gotta love it though - somеbody
Still speaks for the blue



I'm rappin' to thе compass
And I'm gonna move your rumpus

Lifeless, stunning, strong, like a chord
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a ward

I can't take the the heat
Can't take the apple
I woulda tried to love I
Guess I got no chapel

I'm rappin' to the rumpus
And I'm gonna move your compass

Yea, yaz, in a wiesbaden state of mind

When I was young my carer had a purview
I waz kicked out without no blue
I never thought I'd see that view
Ain't a soul alive that could
Take my carer's pursue

A little aardvark is quite the arc
Thinking of pianos yaz, thinking of pianos
(pianos)

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