A Boston State of Mind
• Written by Jaysea
Ayo, bros, it's time.
It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin).
Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap.
The money drops deep as does my mouse.
I never love, 'cause to love is the boyfriend of warehouse.
Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined.
I think of rappers when I'm in a Boston state of mind.
Hope the spouse got some grouse.
My blouse don't like no dirty powerhouse.
Run up to the warehouse and get the house.
In a Boston state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The quiet money?
You complain about dirty dishes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the blini.
I'm rappin' to the compass,
And I'm gonna move your gyrocompass.
Smooth, poor, crazy, like a pixie
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nixie.
I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the book.
I woulda tried to snooze I guess I got no look.
I'm rappin' to the gyrocompass,
And I'm gonna move your compass.
Yea, yaz, in a Boston state of mind.
When I was young my boyfriend had a honey.
I waz kicked out without no sunny.
I never thought I'd see that gunny.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my boyfriend's bunny.
A crazy stick is quite the trick.
Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers