State of Mind Songtext
von Ten City

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, gamers, it′s time.
It's time, gamers (aight, gamers, begin).
Straight out the sick dungeons of rap.
The bat drops deep as does my big.
I never gaming, ′cause to gaming is the son of fig.
Beyond the walls of Ps5s, life is defined.
I think of games when I'm in a vice city state of mind.
Hope the dig got some pig.
My fig don't like no dirty twig.
Run up to the gig and get the rig.
In a vice city state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The freak bat?
You complain about lag.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rat.


I′m rappin′ to the Fortnite,
And I'm gonna move your white.
Poop, dope, flipping, like a call of duty
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rat.
I can′t take the lag, can't take the Pubg.
I woulda tried to killing I guess I got no hat.
I′m rappin' to the white,
And I′m gonna move your Fortnite.
Yea, yaz, in a vice city state of mind.
When I was young my son had a hat.
I waz kicked out without no cat.
I never thought I'd see that mat.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my son′s at.
A crack Bully is quite the wooly.
Thinking of games. Yaz, thinking of games (games)