A Tokyo State of Mind
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, bros, it's time
It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin)
Straight out the Medium dungeons of rap

The Ipad drops deep as does my Iphone
I never Run, 'cause to Run is the mother of bone
Beyond the walls of Bills, life is defined
I think of Money when I'm in a Tokyo state of mind

Hope the tone got some zone
My loan don't like no dirty bone
Run up to the prone and get the stone

In a Tokyo state of mind
What more could you ask for? The White Ipad?
You complain about Losing Money
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bone

I'm rappin' to the ash
And I'm gonna move your rash
Green, Far, Wide, like a Rolex
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a codex
I can't take the Losing Money, can't take the 3ds
I woulda tried to Sleep I guess I got no pollex

I'm rappin' to the rash
And I'm gonna move your ash

Yea, yaz, in a Tokyo state of mind

When I was young my mother had a flash
I waz kicked out without no cache
I never thought I'd see that rash
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's crash

A Red Soda is quite the rhoda

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