Lyrics:
You're making beautiful things outta the dust
Beautiful things outta the rustic, dirty, stained, smeared
You're making beautiful things outta
Rustic house
With your smell of wooden air
I am traveling in dreams
But I'm not close to them
I can't go back there
I can't grow back there
Rustic
Us and our rustic souls
The fires running out the north winds blowin through
Broken pictures and screaming is all I got from you
cnd running away
I'm thinking tonight Of the o-old rustic bridge
That bends o'er the murmuri-ing stream
It was there Maggie dear With our hearts full of cheer
We
I'm thinking tonight
Of the o-old rustic bridge
That bends o'er the murmuri-ing stream
It was there Maggie dear
With our hearts full of cheer
on his arm
Lookin' for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump
Lookin' for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump
Lookin' for
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought
Want to hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!
(Niggy what?!)
Chorus: Rustic
sneakin' around there from farm to farm
Got a rubberized bag and a hose on his arm
Lookin' for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump
Lookin'
Let me start Rustic Rxven off with another hit
I don't trip my dog, I never did
Spent so many nights regretting things
I swear I done did a lot
cries
My brothers swing him
Can he fly?
But oh my God, you'll still here for me
In Rustic Acres
The blues are getting worse
I'm running away
To find my
isn't in the ground
Folk Singing Man, simple with my rustic hands
I want to play old strings loud, play on till the rust brakes one down
Folk Singing
until that day
I'll keep playing
Spraying what I'm saying, hey!
I'm rustic
Bust flows constructive
Instructively thinking
Got the hood winking
cabina flow 21
Tu eres mi aprendiz como padawan
A ti no te conocen flow pariaguan
Pa guerrear con el Rustic te falta gang
Yo le doy gasolina flow raymond
the sun wind and rain
Soothed my...
Rustic Soul
And my heart of wood and stone
In a world of marble and gold
Reaching for the stars above.
Now locked in
Every time I touched down hanging with the home crew
HotBoyz fold you it don't matter where you at
Cause we bros yea I know you
Style swag rustic
Smoking
the fragrance of fall
White rustic walls
Visions and blush in the heat of it all
Makes me self-conscious and anxious and dangerously aware
But nobody cares
So
motherfucker you death bound
Walk on my own through tha fuck shit
Lemme alone
I'ma dip and
Go rustic
Yo girl on my nerves
Call her
Bug bitch
Eating away
You can hear the crickets softly lullabying
And the whisper of a lonely willow tree
In the afterglow a waterfall is silent
To the rhythm of a rustic
Seems as though I've lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your drinks, and sittin' still
Without a rustic spoon
Now come on people,
mistake
your rustic slave
But you know that my heart is not bizarre
and you know that my answers have no sound
and I'm feeling underground
Cause I'm
him
He reaches up his hands toward the sky
Long gone
His rustic memory
Kingdom
Is his eternally
Lost voice
Is heard in the night
With all the vain
Here's our last march of a rustic nation
I'm bleeding oil
I'm beyond repair
We scavenge junkyards for salvation
Metallic half-breeds in despair
The door cracks open
As he makes his way in
The old and rustic building
A place he wished he'd never been
As he walks down the dusty hallway
revive in their lives!!!
But the witch's magic instruments were rustic, a hammer and an ax
in search of love they only find pain, death and cooking
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