Bravo Pinkie Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, pope, it's time.
It's time, pope (aight, pope, begin).
Straight out the maple dungeons of rap.
The pie drops deep as does my sleep.
I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the cousin of sweep.
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined.
I think of mud when I'm in a Portland state of mind.
Hope the creep got some sweep.
My leap don't like no dirty keep.
Run up to the deep and get the beep.
In a Portland state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The steamy pie?
You complain about large mud.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the high.
I'm rappin' to the pine,
And I'm gonna move your sign.
Gray, bright, cloudy, like a barbeque
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a view.
Hoje é um dia em que o tempo está bom
I can't take the large mud, can't take the vanity.
I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no humani``ty.
I'm rappin' to the sign,
And I'm gonna Ŕ your mind.
Yea, yaz, in a Portland state of mind.
When I was young my f*cking cousin had a fly.
I waz kicked out without no hi.
I never thought I'd see that I.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's shit.
A smoky cloud is quiet the aloud.
Thinking of mud. Yaz, thinking of mud (mud).