only place left to go I'm in Boston town, in some restaurant I got no idea what I want Or maybe I do but, I'm just really not sure Waitress comes over
it there like a dead man's rockin chair and tonight i'm feelin lost and headin down the highway out to boston i get the sense that i might lose it i
, ticket for a plane Record company man I won't be coming to dinner My thoughts are far away I'm working on that day North country girl I think she's
I'm the reason that the Boston Red Sox even had a chance And if I want to eat your soul, I'll just throw it on a griddle. I don't need to make a deal
, it bucks up to it's full height from a boggy swamp on a foggy night. it creeps into your house. it's life! it's life! I turn around, it's fear. I turn
ta foe some Wasn't drivin' to fast, I was flying to low You think I'm rockin' too quick, I think you're listenin' to slow I'm abruptin' construction
rolls, fleet wood hoes Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it My ham and cheese the freshest Now what I'm talkin' 'bout? I give you three guesses (Yes) Oh yes it
your daddy Who died so long ago Jump on another plane Today it's all the same You can catch me in Boston 'Cause that's how it goes I'm here in apartment
smile that could take your breath away I'm thinking everything's gonna be all right And everything was gonna be all right Maybe I thought I could sweep
to blow Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go
3 Ain't no muthafucka spittin flames like me Original gon come, brew it up M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up When I reach, it ain't to greet you Fuck
that I ain't sold and I that can't sell plus I'm gifted to be connected I get a turno cause someone to turn on after I whips it cause I'm a dealer boy
heart pump I'll be in it 'Til I overcome, finally win it Used to hit the street hard Hustle like time was endin, and I'm not pretendin I choose my own
back in Boston I'm a legend I'M LIKE AN ILLER BILLY BUCKNER My number in the rafters fuck MY ASS IT's YOURS, I'm BEGGIN [Chorus] I'M alright but I'M
, I'm out in Boston I feel Jamaican with all the weed I be smoking It's the best kept secret, the shit I be hittin' Blunt after blunt and I ain't quittin
, f-ck her like a belt den I crash, And when it comes to head, I get dat head of the class I got them green backs like I laid on the grass Lucci be my
, I let it slide, I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breathe to get a five, shit I was right I'ld a fuckin died already tryin' I swear to God, I never lied
, I let it slide I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin I swear to God, I never lie, I