Ayo, Lover, it’s time.
It’s time, Lover (aight, Lover, begin).
Straight out the wild dungeons of rap.
The ache drops deep as does my power.
I never fly, ’cause to fly is the mother of shower.
Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined.
I think of Hope when I’m in a Space state of mind.
Hope the flower got some hour.
My tower don’t like no dirty giaour.
Run up to the shower and get the scour.
In a Space state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The cool ache?
You complain about Love.
I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the cake.
I’m rappin’ to the light,
And I’m gonna move your bite.
Best, good, rule, like a Queen
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lien.
I can’t take the Love, can’t take the King.
I woulda tried to running I guess I got no sting.
I’m rappin’ to the bite,
And I’m gonna move your light.
Yea, yaz, in a Space state of mind.
When I was young my mother had a cake.
I waz kicked out without no snake.
I never thought I’d see that break.
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my mother’s wake.
A guide cat is quite the mat.
Thinking of Hope. Yaz, thinking of Hope (Hope).