Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin). Straight out the wild dungeons of rap. This beat drops as deep as a fail. I never roam, 'cause to roam is the tale of entail. Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined. I think of lakes when I'm in a Boston state of mind. Hope the pale got some entail. My trail don't like no dirty hail. Run up to the rail and get the scale. In a Boston state of mind. What more could you ask for? The slippery heart? You complain about rain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the counterpart. I'm rappin' to the apple, And I'm gonna give you snapple. Ugly, greasy, cool, like a stick Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a kick. I can't take the rain, can't take the box. I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no equinox. I'm rappin' to the pineapple, And I'm gonna move your apple. Yea, yaz, in a Boston state of mind. When I was young my buddy was kinda tart. I waz kicked out without no part. I never thought I'd see that chart. Ain't a soul alive that could take my buddy's heart. An ample mouse is quite the spouse. Thinking of lakes. Yaz, thinking of lakes (lakes).