Lyrics:
is haunted
By killers and jackers
Tryin' to make it as a street hog
Bustin' out a coupe in the smog, just
Me and my road dog
Nigga, just me and my
on the brake
Underneath the smooth tar curves
A road is only dust and dirt
On a lonely interchange
The signs all look the same
'Cause a road is just a road
a barn
I get the Chattahoochee coochie I'm the hollars Elvis Presley
Even when I'm fat and old Dixie chicks is gonna dig me
I'll be somewhere on a boat
cause I glowed up
I can't feel my face girl (Face)
Not cause I'm in love, but cause I rolled up (Gas)
Just give me some space girl (Space)
I'm on the road
the Kentucky coppers
I be cookin' up somethin' like
Steam mash and copper
I stay smokin' on loud
Oil leak under a chopper
My road is kind of rocky but
I bet you
night football, your Dixie drawl
Whispers every word just right
Sometime before this Southern night is through
I wanna be as country as you
Girl I I see
of the things
I believe in I don't really know 'cause that ain't me, I just wanna be free
The road will never go out, the road will never disappear
This road
strong is the strength of a man
Can he stay on his road and carry his load
Can he carry his load, can he carry his load?
Can he carry his load, can he
on the brake
Underneath the smooth tar curves
A road is only dust and dirt
On a lonely interchange
The signs all look the same
'Cause a road is just a road
Surely you know I'm Death
Our road went on
Our wheels rolled
I asked, Why aren't you reaping souls?
It seems to me that hitchhiking
Is far beneath you
on the scene
When I'm sliding down the Road
Know I got it on me
Anderson Park, Dixie Hills
My little homies from the block
S/O my OGs in tank tops
Flip flops
Migos, wha? Go Ride in the road man I get my serve on,
Know is on trouble, call me mister serve on
Talking on a cell phone real, real hook
love
If this is livin' in a country dream
Baby girl I ain't wakin' up eyy, eyy
Turbo diesel, kick the dust up
On the back roads 'til the cops come bust
to the sky, Big, I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
See I'm a poet
change
Through all of the pain
We just might be the ones
My stomach fucked
No problem is such
I just smoked tree for lunch
Go bananas
When you stay with
(Rollin' down the road, road, brand new ride, ride, believe it)
That's just what it is with a nigga like me (believe it)
Said that I was geekin', yeah
Portobello Road, Portobello Road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in
it, drive it hard
And if you follow these simple rules by the age of twenty-seven
Well, you're gonna die, hahaha
These are the rules of the road
{written by Sheryl Crow, Jeff Trott and Brian McLeod}
{additional vocal by Larry Graham}
Everyday is a winding road, is a winding road, is
to redemption
So this quest is never ending in this road to redemption that I'm on and
Road to redemption, road to redemption
See this sinnin seems so temptin
clever
I would never, ever sell my soul, nah, never
'Cause I been on the road, been on the road, I
Quit actin' like you been with me this whole time
Underneath the smooth tar curves
A road is only dust and dirt
On a lonely interchange
The signs all look the same
'Cause a road is just a road
And a feelin's
Portobello road, Portobello road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in
shinin' like chrome
Signin' tit's in my shows on
Chicks I don't know
Rebel flag's flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch
Welcome to the country
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