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I'm enthralled by this force
Priceless peace altering my mind
Essence of higher life
Infiltrates my spiritual being

Perfect state of mind [x
the hook up
The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather
Yet heavier than weight, when my mind state starts to break, take cover
Over RZA
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
Um uh um uh here we go now

[Hook: x 2]
It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out hear alone, now
Ya'll need to really watch
number
The rumors was so numerous
For sticking by me I had to give you two thumbs up
And that's why

[Chorus: x2]
number
The rumors was so numerous
For sticking by me I had to give you two thumbs up
And that's why

[Chorus: x2]
McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, five sixty State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down eighth Street, off white
Charlotte to by pass Rockhill
We never was a minute late
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state

We had motor
[CHORUS x2]

[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided 
By the mind state affairs cla**ified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
[Chorus: Repeat x2]

Let your body collide to the rhythm provided 
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But
to that McDonald's, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
Drivin' so
the consequences of the crime this time
My fortune faded

The medicated state of mind you find is overrated
Oh I, do you?
You saw it all come down and now it's
"All I see is blood and murder, my mind state"
"Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate"
"All I see is blood and murder, my
in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state

We
Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.

Had
in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state

We
to Asian and Caucasian sayin'... 

[Chorus: x2]

[Apldap] 
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided 
By the mind state affairs classified and make
Charlotte but we bypassed Rockhill, we never was a minute late.
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rolling out of Georgia state.
Had some motor
cupcakes and puts on her jumper 
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother, 
She meets me in Piccadilly. 
A begging folk singer stands tall by
Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.

We
collar
In a state of self-hypnosis
He makes his diagnosis

Yes, we see the body of my love
Oh, my love

Christian mystic, x-ray vision
A trance by
charlotte and bypassed rock hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the georgia state.

We