Greyhounds Lyrics - And The Anonymous Nobody... [explicit] - De La Soul

Fresh from a bible belt town 

That's what she's givin' up 

Not really livin', just flesh comin' off a greyhound 

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 

Can be earned 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 

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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 

It's no scaredy cat 

Life was 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 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 spreadin' 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 brought eyes to his pay per view 

Kind of paper make a fool shoot his statement through 

And take the label too 

Till he's can't (?) 

Till 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 

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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 

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