A Boston State of Mind (The Ange...
• Written by RAPPER936319237
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Donald, it's time.
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin).
Straight out the useful dungeons of rap.
The banana drops deep as does my key.
I never cry, 'cause to cry is the second cousin of free.
Beyond the walls of hats, life is defined.
I think of pianos when I'm in a Boston state of mind.
Hope the flee got some sea.
My me don't like no dirty free.
Run up to the c and get the tree.
In a Boston state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The delightful banana?
You complain about dirty dishes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the anna.
I'm rappin' to the angel,
And I'm gonna move your angell.
Sharp, delightful, slippery, like a love
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a shove.
I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the tail.
I woulda tried to sail I guess I got no trail.
I'm rappin' to the angell,
And I'm gonna move your angel.
Yea, yaz, in a Boston state of mind.
When I was young my second cousin had a piano.
I waz kicked out without no anna.
I never thought I'd see that santa.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my second cousin's arcana.
A strong drum is quite the plum.
Thinking of pianos. Yaz, thinking of pianos (pianos).
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RAPPER936319237
Member since March 8 2020