Lyrics:
ghetto stories by Boosie?
I can't save a bitch I'm knowing how these bitches can get choosey
I'ma two step watch me dip I do my shit I get real groovy
It
away
on our little paved roads intertwining
at the hallows eve masquerade
-instrumental-
as the day breaks and i burst into sunshine rays
a dazzling
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
Going down a dirty inner city side road
I plotted
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
I nodded
Looked up as the sky began to cry
She shot it
to God
I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on
a cold dark street
Like
then
Road, you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on
A cold dark street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old
carries your load
On tumbleweed land or a long dusty road
Who asks you no questions, who tells you no lies
That four legged friend with the two honest
lying there by the side of the road
Front porch sittin' in an old rockin' chair
The sun is hot in the Texas sky
Garden growin' clothes out on the line
Dusty road when a car goes by
My heart was made of broken bones
My Soul's a bag of stick and stone
And out along this dusty road
You have come my love to take me home
I give
That falls like tears from on high
Love reign o'er me
On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool
the feeling
Crank the heating
And hit the road
Think of christmas
As it sits on the horizon
But we've got all the festive cheer
That we need on the drive down
In a far land, in the distance
There's a mother and small child
And she cries as she stumbles along the dusty road
Discussions on the TV, and fingers
needs are the keys to my road
Anywhere that we call home
Under a dusty moonlight
Between a hustle and gentler chores
Learning how to ride
Tune into
My name is Donald White, you see,
I stand before you all.
I was judged by you a murderer
And the hangman's knot must fall.
I will die upon
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
I see you standing there
Your pretty face and your I don't care
Think you're too good for me
Baby you can't see
Threw this dusty truck,
Paper
I am a woman haunted by hands
Even though I'm alone
Traces of pompey
Across my skin
And an invisible map
Of where you've been
It's dry road
friends I loved them well
And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani
And many a year it took
'Till I arrived here with thee
On dusty roads I
silence
Fuck all the fake, I want naturales
I want some property by the ocean
GPS don't even see the road end
Back when we kicked it on driveway
Even
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
a Communist
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
I said, let's go and play Adam and Eve
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she
and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool, cool rain
I can't sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black
Slavin' away, all for you my love.
And I've nothing to show for it,
except my dusty old book full of pictures.
My dusty old book,
Tell me
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