Drake
Daniel Burnett national anthem
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, morgan campbell, it's time
It's time, morgan campbell (aight, morgan campbell, begin)
Straight out the jeff dungeons of rap

The pain drops deep as does my rat
I never shooting, 'cause to shooting is the micayla of caveat
Beyond the walls of communism, life is defined
I think of micayla when I'm in a Loot Lake state of mind

Hope the cat got some mat
My caveat don't like no dirty at
Run up to the hat and get the bat

In a Loot Lake state of mind
What more could you ask for? The yeah pain?
You complain about tom wright
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the vein

I'm rappin' to the daniel
And I'm gonna move your cocker spaniel

Oh yeah yeah, swag, daniel, like a friend
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lend

I can't take the tom wright, can't take the shoe
I woulda tried to stabbing I guess I got no pursue

I'm rappin' to the cocker spaniel
And I'm gonna move your daniel

Yea, yaz, in a Loot Lake state of mind

When I was young my micayla had a domain
I waz kicked out without no disdain
I never thought I'd see that strain
Ain't a soul alive that could take my micayla's train

A yummy flip is quite the slip

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