Made my own lyrics :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).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).