Boston

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Me and Steve G, lost to the beat, middle of the winter on the green line beat feet, I'm looking for a jam or a hand outreached, him to the door me to the seat, let the heat come deep, cuz Imma creep creep up at The Rise or downstairs at The Middle East, cuz it's a lonely road when Boston gets cold, face to it's back, spin it up, now we're getting stoned, Boyleston ain't hot so we're leaving, I'm a believer that bad things happen to those who decieve us, leave us be, I'll tell you what I see, for 2 Damelatones it's the only way to be........ you get the pic!