Lyrics:
to Miles Davis
The Canda all night rocker
To south side part, and Cathrine, what's up, dude?
And alright, now best wishes out to Eno and Shelly
And their
Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke, and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags
to survive
You can tell old Jefferson Davis
That his prayers, they cannot save us
Nor will Robert E. Lee's
Oo--OO
The cotton's burning
Dixie's
mumble is a way to keep the discretion
Miles Davis blues once I'm calm and collected
Murder this jazzy flow without claiming a victim
You just follow
better themes
Cause we learn about Dr. King without hearing by any means
Yeah it's fucked up
Makes me not want to give a damn
About succeeding in a country
(Like a pisces)
Try and walk a mile in my Nikes
And make it back to me if you can, but that's unlikely
From the 'Bama to the outskirts of Atlanta, I be
Davis, that Bitches Brew, that "beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This is sanctified sex, this is
like gyratin'
I'm dilated
I'm Miles Davis
For decades I'm dedicated
I'm wide awake when I make this
That's why every note annihilated
Your mild flavor is
to getting high daily
Writing fire phrases
Going hay wire
Walking Miles
Like I'm miles Davis
When's my sound playing
No mistaking
Stakes is high my style
stoppage, a lot of shots man this so cyclical
And the pigs Baron Davis, they be banging with them clippers
They seem to have a problem if your skin a little
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
I was Reading Howard Zinn
Go read Howard Zinn
One day I fell asleep with my headphones on
Playing Miles Davis I was
Feeling kind of Blue
Spiritual
hard sleep
Hey yo pardon me
You seen that Miles Davis documentary?
That man look ya pops though
Yea you aint lying bro
I love to study greatness
It makes
a chance, like I'm miles ahead
It got me feeling like Davis, Miles Ahead
I needed time to breath like I lost myself
And I've been looking for change, trynna
if I had you
Miles away I feel a Davis kind of blue
People changed shit changed I had you
Money grew and money burned I had you
If only had the Tesla
Hip hop mentality was big themes
Big dreams Wu Tang nigga talking big cream
Illmatic flows conjured up the big scenes
Big pimpin boats all on the big
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
Israel's host
When many miles they trod.
-To LEVITICUS you have to turn
cnd read about the law;
The sacrifices which did burn
Unblemished - without flaw.
crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
'Cause while it's over
Crystal's single
Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself
Went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't
out the future
Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne
(Still breaking
the Lord I run miles like Davis
These new shoes call em peace of the gospel
It's a tough race but I die if I got to
And you know it's only Jesus that I'm
a strange groove.
What's inside? God's inside, telling you that God has died.
Strange groove.
Miles Davis, Kentucky fries, 40 fags a day
In a strange
by the wrong wealth
I always thought I had it figured out all for myself
I ran for miles just to come out and too short
So write me off like you
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