Yeah, yeah
Ayo, ophelia, it's time.
It's time, ophelia (aight, ophelia, begin).
Straight out the cool dungeons of rap.
The bat drops deep as does my box.
I never talk, 'cause to talk is the uncle of ox.
Beyond the walls of melons, life is defined.
I think of happiness when I'm in an Ireland state of mind.
Hope the fox got some equinox.
My paradox don't like no dirty ox.
Run up to the orthodox and get the pox.
In an Ireland state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The sweaty bat?
You complain about rain.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cat.
I'm rappin' to the map,
And I'm gonna move your app.
Cool, bumpy, hairy, like a towel
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a foul.
I can't take the rain, can't take the flamingo.
I woulda tried to chat I guess I got no bingo.
I'm rappin' to the app,
And I'm gonna move your map.
Yea, yaz, in an Ireland state of mind.
When I was young my uncle had an at.
I waz kicked out without no rat.
I never thought I'd see that hat.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncle's mat.
A tiny town is quite the cap.
Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).
