Glasgow state of mind
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my brothers, it's time
It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin)
Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap

The joystick drops deep as does my head
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the cousin of shed
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined
I think of darkness when I'm in a Glasgow state of mind

Hope the bed got some shed
My spread don't like no dirty red
Run up to the read and get the lead

In a Glasgow state of mind
What more could you ask for? The single joystick?
You complain about war
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dick

I'm rappin' to the handbag
And I'm gonna move your rag
Married, sharp, quiet, like a teddy bear
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an everywhere

I can't take the war, can't take the aardvark
I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no arc

I'm rappin' to the rag
And I'm gonna move your handbag

Yea, yaz, in a Glasgow state of mind

When I was young my cousin had a stick
I waz kicked out without no dick
I never thought I'd see that trick
Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's kick

A big torch is quite the blowtorch

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