Lyrics:
ahead and call me gay
We know I make you butt sore
Sweaty and played out just like a cheap and
Rugged hump whore in a dump boy
What you wantin' dehydrated
money
I don't need a nigga to lend me money
I had to come up like the DVD
Now I can blow Fendi money
Goyard duffle full of blue bills
40 got two bodies
no fuckin way they was gettin me
Ran across the ave without checkin what color the light was
And got hit kinda hard by an old beat up white Dodge
the echoes weave
Vapor trails, in the sky of electric blue
In this neon world, I found you
Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s,
sleeping
Highly repected by middle easterns
Most latinos africans an west Indians
Skank Dollar known before he
Touch a microphone
Cool nigga got his scratch
the little children of the world.
Mississippi, in sixty-one, they watched his Daddy die,
Guided by the light of a burning cross, that lit the delta sky.
Highway 40 roll on by
If I could reach across the
Distance for a moment
I'd steal the sadness from her eyes
It's February and the weather's
Clear
I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could change the grey skies to blues
If I had you
I could leave the old
I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could change the grey skies to blues
If I had you
I could leave the old
I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could change the grey skies to blues
If I had you
I could leave the old
I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could change the grey skies to blues
If I had you
I could leave the old
I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could change the grey skies to blues
If I had you
I could leave the old
I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could change the grey skies to blues
If I had you
I could leave the old
Came a long way
From a lil piece of linen
To wakin' up blazed
On a highway mission
Get right (Get right, Get right)
Get right (Get right, Get right)
Took
Red headed girl
In the old days
You and the guy standing by a tree
With long hair and snow on the ground
She used to say your ass is grass
You don’t have to come up poor
On that red clay ‘Bama land
Or ride that old Lost Highway
With a guitar in your hand
But if you have a heartache
That
shoulders getting colder
Same old, same old but it ain't over till it's over
Stars of the cross, the face of the moon
Songs of yore, footsteps and tunes
Long
I'm goin' where the water rolls, Moses knows the way
To my tin roof shanty by the railroad sign where the whistle blows for days
Where
CHORUS
THERE'S NO NEW WAY HOME
THERE'S NO NEW WAY HOME
YOU STILL HAVE TO PASS BY THE OLD RUGGED CROSS
BROTHER, THERE'S NO NEW WAY HOME
JUST FOLLOW
keep my heart in my work, my troubles in my head
And I keep my soul in Maria's bed
I been up on sugar mountain, 'cross the sweet blue sea
I
Cause I don't stunt a gold cross like I Christian Bale
Yeah, they starin' at me jealous cause I do shows bigger
But your looks don't help, like an old
doubt if I am dangerous, I wouldn't cross my path
Driving down the highway, looking for something to kill
Going down the boulevard, there is no escaping
I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could change the grey skies to blues
If I had you
I could leave the old
I could show the world how to smile
I could be glad all of the while
I could change the grey skies to blues
If I had you
I could leave the old
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