de la soul
greyhounds
Fresh from a bible belt town That's what she's givin' up Not really livin', just flesh comin' off a Greyhound That's what he think of her Right at a blink of an eye he provides her with charm Hides that he is a shark Suggests a few apartments, never hints to the home That's what he wanna do She just wanna new zip code for an old dream Lost in an appetite now the big apple might Find her habit of a queen Feel the negro that's filled with an equal match road Destination unknown She's Little Bow Peep And her and her whole sheep gonna have their wool unsewn Now the wolf give a push Now watch her jump in with two feet Blue heat don't know how to swim through the limbs Everyone huggin' her, tuggin' her Ride on the merry-go-round of four drinks and two white lines Go fast with the fast life so she needs more One fun fix, now a daily chore Provide the score, written and produced so perverse He's a pro well versed Told her that the purse that she want With the shoes that she love and the rent that she need paid She can earn with speed in a day Escort on the high class side Champagne glass rides White snow waterfalls, oh how time flies When you're flyin', crash and burn She learned that her soul was dyin' That's worth savin' She's cravin' that bible belt town So she crawls back on the Greyhound  Next stop, NYC Take your seats please I know exactly where you're goin', I can see it on your face I know how to get there And I give you my word that I get you there safe I don't need to check your baggage I don't need to know your name All I need to know is By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed  Fresh new Gucci belt, bound Fast to the city scape Dash to deliver fate Stashed in this duffel bag, proud He's no scaredy cat Life always spared in thy name That the gamblers fold No chips if the scramble got cold But them warm cushions and them soft bus seats Push that second thought along Beneath the roof of a Super 8, he sleeps 'til it's night time Then connects in the streets like a pipe line In dark shades he supplies dark brigades Of lost souls with his chemical morsels He's no lab tech He was born into a legacy stretched from Aztecs and beyond Assets he was drawn to Had him spinnin' the wool over his mother's eye He's the black sheep His pops career driven, he's the backseat The man on the wheel that cruises on sunrise That the man bought eyes to his pay per view The kind of paper make a fool shoot a staple through And take the label too Until he's campaign Unitl a pancake pocket change the landscape Take a short visit home in the town It's time to re-up, it's back on the Greyhound  Next stop, NYC Take your seats please I know exactly where you're goin', I can see it on your face I know how to get there And I give you my word that I get you there safe I don't need to check your baggage I don't need to know your name All I need to know is By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed  By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed Forever be changed, forever be changed Just watch where you're goin' And this food you're chosin' I don't need to check your baggage Pick it up along the way All I need to know is By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed, changed Forever be changed, be changed You'll forever be changed