[Verse 1 – 12 bars] Sunrise hit the blinds, same story, same grind [uh], Orange glow on the glass, paintin’ stress in my mind [yeah]. Chasin’ ghosts I can’t catch, they slip through the rain [facts], Another long storm hittin’, heavy on the brain [uh]. Landlord knockin’, say the rent past due [yeah], But the hustle barely cover what I’m pushin’ through [woo]. Every dollar that I stack just fade like smoke [uh], Hands dirty from the work, still the system broke [facts]. What’s a man to do when the struggle don’t pause [yeah], Tryna hold it all together, but I’m fightin’ the odds [uh]. Sunrise, same grind, just a loop I know [woo], Dusty roads in my soul, where the pain still grow. [Verse 2 – 12 bars] Mary had that laugh, rang sweet like bells [uh], Summer breeze in July, vibe you couldn’t sell [yeah]. She talked about travel, skies painted wide [woo], Always dreamin’ of horizons she could never hide [uh]. Packed her bag one Tuesday, said she had to be free [facts], Left a note on the table, just a line for me [yeah]. “Don’t wait up,” she wrote, like the love was gone [uh], I sat frozen in the kitchen, couldn’t move till dawn [woo]. Her voice still echo, like a ghost in the hall [uh], Memories of her touch, man, I still recall [facts]. She was chasin’ that light, couldn’t cage her soul [yeah], Left me stuck in the dark, with a heart turned cold. [Chorus] Oh, these dusty roads, they twist and they weave [uh], Whispers of promises, quick to deceive [yeah]. Left a hole in my chest, a tear in my eye [woo], Guess some things ain’t meant, just passin’ by [facts]. [Verse 3 – 12 bars] Worked the fields till my back near broke [uh], Sun beatin’ down, no shade, just smoke [yeah]. Heard talk of the city, streets paved in gold [woo], Dreams stacked high, stories often told [uh]. Made the trip once, saw the towers rise [facts], Concrete jungle, hustle in their eyes [yeah]. Crowds movin’ fast, but the vibe felt cold [uh], Loneliness heavy, couldn’t fit that mold [woo]. Big city lights, but the soul felt small [uh], Every shadow whisperin’, couldn’t hear it all [facts]. Went back home, where the dirt roads stay [yeah], Dusty paths in my heart, never fade away. [Chorus] Oh, these dusty roads, they twist and they weave [uh], Whispers of promises, quick to deceive [yeah]. Left a hole in my chest, a tear in my eye [woo], Guess some things ain’t meant, just passin’ by [facts]. [Bridge] Sometimes I sit quiet, just the floorboards creak [uh], Wind low sighin’, secrets start to speak [yeah]. Wonder if she think of me beneath foreign skies [woo], Or if freedom she chased was just another lie [uh]. Did she find what she wanted, or still lost deep? [facts], Dusty roads keep secrets, ones they never repeat.
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