Evil woman (what an evil woman) Evil woman (such an evil woman) You made a fool of me But them broken dreams have got to end Hey, woman, you got the blues 'Cause you ain't got no one else to use There's an open road that leads nowhere So just make some

He was a friend of mine And he was a friend of mine I just can't keep from cryin' 'Cause he was a friend of mine He died on the road I stole away and cried He never done no wrong Every time I think of him He just kept on moving

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

Flame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right I hope you had the time of your life Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go So make the best of this test and don't ask why It's not a

This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end at her throat It's suicidal she wrote We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma This is the end of the show, it's over This is the end of her show, it's over We don't love

None of y'all niggas can see me Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash A nigga don't need a seatbelt Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili Tattoo my name

You and me could Baby, you and me could leave right now Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain't so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and get out of

And we roll I take off time to time With those crazy friends of mine Head out on steel horses With wheels and we ride We burn up that road to old Mexico Blend in with the desert Just we amigos Cowboys like us sure do have fun

Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that