Yeah, yeah
Ayo, exa, it's time.
It's time, exa (aight, exa, begin).
Straight out the small dungeons of rap.

The el drops deep as does my fan.
I never pee, 'cause to pee is the gay of plan.
Beyond the walls of gay babies, life is defined.
I think of gay babies when I'm in a London state of mind.

Hope the swell got some shell.
My parallel don't like no dirty spell.
Run up to the cell and get the dwell.

In a London state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The thic el?
You complain about fortnite.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dwell.

I'm rappin' to the flamingo,
And I'm gonna move your dingo.

Kind, gay, cool, like an emir
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a sheer.

I can't take the fortnite, can't take the ♥♥♥♥♥cat.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no cat.

I'm rappin' to the dingo,
And I'm gonna move your flamingo.

Yea, yaz, in a London state of mind.

When I was young my gay had a peer.
I waz kicked out without no clear.
I never thought I'd see that shear.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my gay's sheer.

A poor cat is quite the hat.

Thinking of gay babies. Yaz, thinking of gay babies (gay babies).