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Paroles de la chanson Miles par J. Cole

[J. Cole]
Yeah
Hey, hey
Mm, bass, bass
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah
Yeah, look

[J. Cole]
I'ma make this album in a week
Long as Nat keep feeding me trees
As long as Dahi feed me beats
I got heat, parentheses, insert generic line
About the sun or LeBron
You know the kind these rappers always say
I'm miles away, I'm Miles Davis

Horny up in Hollywood and mildly famous
Miley Cyrus on a molly
I don't judge, just smile and wave
And by the way, this shit been goin'
Shit just flowin' out of me
I'm proud to say, I got diarrhea in my diary
My mind ablaze, can fill a thousand pages up with observa'
My monologues bring honest-ay, you niggas hard, oh, how cliché
'Cause yesterday you was a fucking punk and somehow not today
You gon' go and pop that trunk, but fear don't pump inside of me
Your bitch be looking at a nigga like the one that got away
Your niggas looking at a nigga like the one, is that okay?

Or do you wish to see me breathless, watch my spirit fly away?
Do what you must, I had a fear of death, that shit just died today

[J. Cole, Krayzie Bone]
Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words
Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins
The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge
And see, we all got to die some day, some way
White people dyin' in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay
Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains

Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains

[J. Cole & Krayzie Bone]
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high

[Krayzie Bone]
In my car, nigga, I chase many dreams
I was a hustler, created plenty schemes
To get enough of what I need, I would do anything
I swear to God, these niggas don't want to see me bling
A nigga tryna get it in with this pen, though
So I could do a lil' something for the kin folk
Plus a nigga got a little beef with bein' broke
And that's the kinda shit a nigga usually sin for

Let the wind blow, I'm drifting with this
So see, I'm really all over the place
I cover lots of ground and I been creepin' on the come up for miles
And turn hundreds into thousands, into millions
Yes, I've chased the Devil, would sacrifice some things to make revenue
What would you do if you was living in the ghetto under dark grey skies?
I mean, they ain't never blue (True)
So instead of boo-hooin' all the time, I'ma do something about it
The solution was grind, get up, get it, live it, shine
Never living the life has never entered my mind
What do you mean? You're trying to say I can't eat
I know it's a dream, you're trying to say I can't live

Trying to tell me the sky ain't my limits
But I made it and I'm so high

[J. Cole, Krayzie Bone]
Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words
Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins
The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge
And see, we all got to die some day, some way
White people dyin' in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay
Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains
Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains

[J. Cole & Krayzie Bone]
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high

[Bizzy Bone]
Water breathers, fish on my mama's belly
'Til my mama sneakers, Hannibal Lector sucked on that garnish keeper, baby
With a garbage sweepers, coffins are in the offices of all my teachers
Where awesome preachers write my shit in graffiti right on the walls of the ether
Often reapers, master, you name the place and we can all get deeper
The Mayan passed us quickly, we sick of the fear, my nigga, we all Khalifa

Call Tomica, roll up another fat one, that's what I call gordita
Nine millimeter buck when the people are stuck, stay humble as fuck
Man, I'm used to two-seaters
A couple of freaks with moves that'll make you loser your peepers
When the stars twinkle, remember that we are nine trillion, but a large speaker
All heart, put on y'all blinkers and y'all thought we was all demons
Sanctified with sawed offs ranging use hollow with all reasons
All seasons, all we needin' is whispering winds and all leaves and
Call Eazy, Marcus and Jeffery Dahmer, y'all can haul eatin'
Croutons, hug niggas and I mash they sammies with poupon

In a barn yard smoking cigarettes 'til I hurl, nigga, get your groove on

[J. Cole, Krayzie Bone]
Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words
Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins
The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge
And see, we all got to die some day, some way
White people dyin' in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay
Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains
Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains

[J. Cole & Krayzie Bone]
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high

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