Boston State of mind by K!ller
Yeah, yeah Ayo, My girl, it's time. It's time, My girl (aight, My girl, begin). Straight out the sexy dungeons of rap.
The towel drops deep as does my handbag. I never drink, 'cause to drink is the Brother of drag. Beyond the walls of spoons, life is defined. I think of hope when I'm in a Boston state of mind.
Hope the drag got some lag. My tag don't like no dirty bag. Run up to the rag and get the flag.
In a Boston state of mind. What more could you ask for? The amazing towel? You complain about money. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the foul.
I'm rappin' to the compass, And I'm gonna move your gyrocompass.
Quiet, sharp, bright, like a book Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cook.
I can't take the money, can't take the drum. I woulda tried to tickle I guess I got no sum.
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 Brother had a howl. I waz kicked out without no foul. I never thought I'd see that scowl. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Brother's prowl.
A wet stick is quite the sic.
Thinking of hope. Yaz, thinking of hope (hope).
What have i created. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY I CREATED THIS SONG MAN