In the Dallas state of mind
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, demir, it's time.
It's time, demir (aight, demir, begin).
Straight out the fat dungeons of rap.
The bottle drops deep as does my table.
I never die, 'cause to die is the mom of enable.
Beyond the walls of paintings, life is defined.
I think of demir being a dumbass when I'm in a Dallas state of mind.
Hope the able got some sable.
My stable don't like no dirty label.
Run up to the cable and get the enable.
In a Dallas state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The gay bottle?
You complain about demir being a dumbass.
I gotta love it though somebody still speaks for the wattle.
I'm rappin' to the person,
And I'm gonna move your mcpherson.
Annoying, dumb, idiotic, just like lag
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a fag.
I can't take the demir being a dumbass, can't take the vibe can't take it(nah).
I woulda tried to kill I guess I got no straw.
I'm rappin' to the worsen the berson,
And I'm gonna move your person.
Yea, ya, in a Dallas state of mind.
this ugly bag is quite the drag.
Thinking of demir being a dumbass. Yaz, thinking of demir being a dumbass
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