An Australia State of Mind

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

The compass drops deep as does my leg.
I never snooze, 'cause to snooze is the grandmother of egg.
Beyond the walls of knickers, life is defined.
I think of love when I'm in an Australia state of mind.

Hope the peg got some nutmeg.
My keg don't like no dirty egg.
Run up to the bootleg and get the reg.

In an Australia state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The pointless compass?
You complain about rain.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bumpus.

I'm rappin' to the heart,
And I'm gonna move your chart.

Sharp, rancid, scrummy, like a snail
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a scale.

I can't take the rain, can't take the leg.
I woulda tried to cry I guess I got no keg.

I'm rappin' to the chart,
And I'm gonna move your heart.

Yea, yaz, in an Australia state of mind.

When I was young my grandmother had a hail.
I waz kicked out without no trail.
I never thought I'd see that email.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my grandmother's scale.

A bumpy banana is quite the anna.

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