Lyrics:
She hails from Boston, she hates the sounds of goodbyes make
She loves Sundays in champagne
She can't stand the winter
She can't stand anything
Pluto)
Do numbers like Boston (Boston), George on Vimeo (geez)
I left that bitch 'cause she was sleazy, oh
You can't be sadity and greedy (yeah, yeah),
I was born and raised in Boston
A place you all know well
Brought up by honest parents
The truth to you I'll tell
Brought up by honest parents
Please come to Boston for the Springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings
I'm having so much fun
Cell number one has something for everyone
Meanwhile in Boston the kids were queuing
Back in Montreal we were just stewing.
In
(oh)
Fourth of July and Christmas
Such a shame you're gonna miss this
Could've been us, you lost it
Could've had me
Could've had Boston
Saw you
Another op'nin', another Show
Another op'nin', another show
In Philly, Boston or Baltimoe,
A chance for stagefolks to say "hello"
Another
sixty-five
I was singing this song
When Lonnie came alive
[Chorus]
Bring back the Boston Rag
Tell all your buddies
That it ain't no drag
Bring back
Carolina dreams
And the New South thank God is still the same
Well, my Boston girl, she read in the New York Times
That it was very sheek now to speak
longin' for boston
Once again...
Sarah's cold and hungry and the baby's due any day
Stuck up in high country and it don't thaw out 'til may
Here we'll
common
They got the fire down below
Yeah, it happens out in Vegas happens in Moline
On the blue blood streets of Boston
Up in Berkeley and out in
They're really rockin' in Boston
In Pittsburgh, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
And down in New Orleans
All
you fall asleep while you're watching TV
Well honey, I'm just trying to make some sense in Los Angeles
Boston gets cold this time of year
It seems
Angeles
Boston gets cold this time of year
Seems like each day just leaves me numb
I gotta get out of here
Go walking in the sun
Well if you see that
that nigga that's with you
Bitch, lil' Boston'll never hit you, I'm that nigga that'll come and get you
When your nigga kick you out, take you back up
Cuando salí pa' Boston
Y en Boston te encontré
De tus ojitos verdes
Niña linda, me enamoré
Y te entregué mis sueños
Mi greca y mi café
Y mi
And Boston's so far away
Funny how we met in Georgia
It had to be my lucky day
Well I had her name and number
Written down in my little red book
But when
disappeared
That's why this is dedicated to you
So just sit back and let us entertain you
Yeah! Yeah! We gone have some fun tonight
Come on! Yeah! Boston
What's Gucci? (Joyner)
Boston bitch, she bougie (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you goofy
Told niggas, "You don't like me? Shoot me"
And if you don't wanna
baixo com pouco
hoje eu to na melhor suite
pedras de brilhantes pra minha bitch
pode pa to rico vim de longe
es'pera aqui nao é boston nem londres?
por si lo dudas
uh huh uh huh
Estamos en Dallas, estamos en Houston
Estamos en Miami, y estamos en Boston
La ganga crecida somo super monstruos
leciałem po piwo
To był wyczyn bo mieliśmy po dwa złote na krzyż
No co się tak patrzysz
Pingwina nie widziałeś
Boston
Ty się nie pytaj kto ja
Ty się nie
I landed in Dublin airport
At 5AM
Went home again to Galway
With Boston friends
We roved the City of Tribes
We loved that town
Listen in I'll tell
Uh, Stumbled in the club, bitch Im Bezzie Boppin
Ass everywhere, but where's Yellow Diamond?
Boston fitted cap, turn my shit back
Pop a rubberband
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