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be high

I can't decide
If eight more miles
Is the top of the world
Or the end of the line

It's a long stretch of highway
Drivin' into
To tell the world I love you in letters eight miles high
And then I'll go to Russia to paint the Kremlin blue
To paint the world by numbers is all I want
Heart of the sun
Mother Nature's only one
Standing by all channels open
Send out to me
I'm ready to receive

High up she flies
Calling from
the penthouse ninety floors up
Make love and then join the mile high club
Yeah I'm on camera, fresh out of a sex scene
I just turn all my nightmares into wet
it
'Cause' the penthouse 90 floors up
Make love and then join the mile high club
Yeah I'm on camera, fresh out of a sex scene
I just turn all my
then get off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

I'm a man,
The general synopsis at 0800

Low east of Humber 942 expected fair isle 954 by 0600 tomorrow. 
New low expected 100 miles west of Shannon 974 by same time
got.
Sometimes I go lose my mind and then I feel numb.

There's twenty four hours in a day
I used to split it eight-eight-eight
Eight work
Eight
lose my mind then I feel numb

There's twenty four hours in a day
I used to split it eight, eight, eight
Eight work
Eight sleep
Eight for play
Now
hurricanes and double eights
The pair split into two

Talking points from up on high
Watch me walk the ledge, I am comfortable out here by myself
You
then split
Man fuck this shit
Yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

I'm a man
I'm a make a new plan
Time
Sometimes I go lose my mind and then I feel numb

There's 24 hours in a day
I used to split it 8, 8, 8
8 work, 8 sleep, 8 for play
Now I give it all
Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned,
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own.
They finally threw me out
Twenty eight days of rain 
Flash floods in February 
Back in our boats again 
Bath water and the baby 
What am I gonna do? 
There's been a lot
Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own
They finally threw me out
My
your death date, with a tre-8 special
It's way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers
Split your ass open like pinata
Loadin' up like
the Drum who was passing by
Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up
You should have seen the gleam in his eye
As he saw a ?tune he's gleaned up? shined up
Glad to get high and see the slow motion world
Just to reach, and touch, the half notes floating
Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave
I diss batty bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction
Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker when I'm fuckin'
Split Dutch
beyond our skies
Surfer girls become foxy ladies  
Their minds are blowing  The flowers calling
Eight miles high and now they're falling
Hot California
Box Chevy, no tint
Floatin' inside, aquarium
Yeah that's him,
Compository sketches is all
They can't catch us, Jet Setta's
I jointed the mile
on turning and my DJ keeps on cutting.
My constant high on life combats stress and strife,
But there always comes a time when you must sacrifice
So my cells
ain't there," 

but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere 

See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by 

Just make
miles high
Your eyes dilated as light played upon the sight
Of TVC16 as it sings you goodnight
Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell forty-five
Well, I
ain't there," 

but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere 

See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by 

Just make