Unknown Artist — A paris state of mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, My BFF, it's time It's time, My BFF (aight, My BFF, begin) Straight out the pink dungeons of rap The canvas drops deep as does my paint I never sing, 'cause to sing is the sister of complaint Beyond the walls of singers, life is defined I think of books and art when I'm in a paris state of mind Hope the trail got some scale My rail don't like no dirty entail Run up to the hail and get the pale In a paris state of mind What more could you ask for? The white canvas? You complain about odd socks I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the canvass I'm rappin' to the cookies And I'm gonna movе your bookies Tall, brown, chocolaty, like a snake Boy, I tеll you, I thought you were a cake I can't take the odd socks, can't take the ale I woulda tried to riding I guess I got no entail I'm rappin' to the bookies And I'm gonna move your cookies Yea, yaz, in a paris state of mind When I was young my sister had a restraint I waz kicked out without no saint I never thought I'd see that constraint Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's complaint A delicious cake is quite the wake Thinking of books and art. Yaz, thinking of books and art (books and art)