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

The pixie drops deep as does my snail.
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the sister of rail.
Beyond the walls of hats, life is defined.
I think of love when I'm in a Florida state of mind.

Hope the rail got some pale.
My scale don't like no dirty hail.
Run up to the entail and get the trail.

In a Florida state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The scrummy pixie?
You complain about dirty dishes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dixie.

I'm rappin' to the light,
And I'm gonna move your night.

Super, full, wet, like a pineapple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an apple.

I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the knight.
I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no light.

I'm rappin' to the night,
And I'm gonna move your light.

Yea, yaz, in a Florida state of mind.

When I was young my sister had a rappel.
I waz kicked out without no apple.
I never thought I'd see that grapple.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's dapple.

A hairy angel is quite the angell.

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