Trugoy the Dove - Greyhounds lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 Filled her an ego that's filled with illegal maps Road Destination unknown She's Little Bo 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 cla** side Champagne gla** 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 [Hook: Usher] 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 [Verse 2] Fresh new Gucci belt, bound Fast to the city scape Dash to deliver fate Stashed in this duffel bag, proud It's no scaredy cat Life's always spared him that hand 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 till 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 Kind of paper make a fool shoot his staple through And tape a label to Until he's can bait Until a pancake pocket's change the landscape Take a short visit home in the town It's time to re-up, it's back on the Greyhound [Hook: Usher] 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 [Verse 3: Usher] 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 So watch where you're goin' And this food you're chosin' 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 Forever be changed, be changed You'll forever be changed [Outro]