Walls of children (Remade version)

Yeah, yeah Ayo, bro, it's time It's time, brother (aight, man, begin) Straight out the small dungeons of rap (Aye) The game drops deep as does my harder I never roam cause to roam is the friend of larder Beyond the walls of children, life is defined I think of Video games when I'm in a Montreal state of mind Hope the aim got some name My claim don't like no dirty shame Run up to the lame and get the frame In a Montreal state of mind What more could you ask for? The big game? You complain about parents I gotta love it though somebody still speaks for the lame I'm rappin' to the lake And I'm gonna move your cake Yellow, huge, blue, like a miss Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bliss I can't take the Parents, can't take the home I woulda tried to tickle I guess I got no biome I'm rappin' to the cake And I'm gonna move your lake Yea yea yeez In a Montreal state of mind When I was young my friend had a vis I was kicked out with no kiss I never thought I'd see that bliss Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's abyss A red roll is quite the pole Thinking of the walls of children Yas Thinking of walls of children (Walls of children) Thinking of the walls of children Thinking of the walls of children (Walls of children)