Lyrics:
Lew
Tequila Boy and that's fasho
Typhoon
It's goin' up
Show me some love they running it back
Three cross the lac, four cross my back
Me
on piano
Ron Carter on que sticks
All live music's not a sample
Tony Williams on drum sticks
Olu Dara plays the trumpet Miles Davis conducts this
Evolution
Babes
Baby, where are you?
I thought you would
Be back home by now
Mmhh look babe
I'm chilling with the boys right now
But don't worry I'll be
like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them
Yeah, we goin' send this one out
To everybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
Let's ride
Two miles an hour, so everybody
Yeah, we goin' send this one out
To everybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
Let's ride
Two miles an hour, so everybody
and hibernated
I'm cold as Miles Davis
I load up then I aim it
No judgment for the plaintiff
It only gets more heinous
Nigga I'm brainless
Like a blind bitch who
heart in the passenger seat
But them back roads are always there for me, like that
Old truck that cranks up every time
Yeah, I got some dirt road miles
a mile in my bare feet
There are people that you pass by every day
With harder cards than yours in life to play
Well, I put the cuffs on her and sat
laid back
Helicopter seat, feet inclined, shit feeling like a sofa
Helicopter meet me, Teterboro take me over
Somewhere peaceful for the weekend now
of demons
That'll leave the pastor bleeding
You ain't gotta ask the reason
I know what Shaq was scheming
You can see the tiger stripe
J from a mile away
look like Betty Davis
All this fire and flame all the passion rages
So outrageous, so great like accentmadethis
I told you when I made that promise
I'm
forward
Away from the heat of that flame
– Miles Davis
There are two ways of dealing with fear one
Passive, the other active in
The passive mode
We seek
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
rule shit, cause we always pull quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you know whassup
Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em up
Mad niggaz wanna
fine
I ride down any back road that she wants me to drive with the
Seat laid back running
Fingers through my hair
Watching miles go by
Like she just
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
Everybody that we fuck wit'...
20... Bro by the age we are all 20 bro... By the age we are all 20...
We will all be famous...
We will all have
to bring
Them back a little bit later but we have
This very special highly
Evolved permutated tango it's
Actually a perverted tango by the time yes
It's so
give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo'
give a fuck when I open ya up)
Hot rocks fly from the back seat and
Busta ass niggas run like a track meet
An if you crawl in the middle bleed mo'
on a mission
Put on the Maui's
You see my vision
Back on the beach
By the sand with my bitches
I don't roll my joints
I let me bitches do it for me now
She
out the window
Miles 'til we got where we need to go
Toeprints up on the dashboard
Take them seats lean them back more
Looking up through
you've walked a mile in my bare feet
'Cause there are people that you pass by every day
With harder cards than yours in life to play
Well I put
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