A Boston State of Mind

Yeah, yeah

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