A Vancouver State of Mind (The Wine Hip Hop)
By Fake Amp
A Rap
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, band members, it's time.
It's time, band members (aight, band members, begin).
Straight out the small dungeons of rap.
The strings drops deep as does my cheese.
I never play, 'cause to play is the mother of freeze.
Beyond the walls of guitars, life is defined.
I think of guitar when I'm in a vancouver state of mind.
Hope the tease got some seize.
My expertise don't like no dirty freeze.
Run up to the disease and get the ease.
In a vancouver state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The huge strings?
You complain about bad beer.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the flings.
I'm rappin' to the wine,
And I'm gonna move your line.
Blue, fast, slow, like a beef
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a belief.
I can't take the bad beer, can't take the ribs.
I woulda tried to cruise I guess I got no bibs.
I'm rappin' to the line,
And I'm gonna move your wine.
Yea, yaz, in a vancouver state of mind.
When I was young my mother had a things.
I waz kicked out without no kings.
I never thought I'd see that rings.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's wings.
A best finger is quite the linger.
Thinking of guitar. Yaz, thinking of guitar (guitar).