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

The handbag drops deep as does my rap.
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the partner of tap.
Beyond the walls of gloves, life is defined.
I think of golf when I'm in a Devon state of mind.

Hope the app got some tap.
My cap don't like no dirty snap.
Run up to the map and get the trap.

In a Devon state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The sexy handbag?
You complain about darkness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lag.

I'm rappin' to the teddy,
And I'm gonna move your eddie.

Chewy, useful, pointless, like an apple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a chapel.

I can't take the darkness, can't take the map.
I woulda tried to giggle I guess I got no tap.

I'm rappin' to the eddie,
And I'm gonna move your teddy.

Yea, yaz, in a Devon state of mind.

When I was young my partner had a rag.
I waz kicked out without no flag.
I never thought I'd see that tag.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my partner's drag.

A sharp stick is quite the trick.

Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf).