Lyrics:
a mile, exit on the right at exit 1A
Uh uh
No no no no no
I'm not doin' it
I'm goin' straight
I'm not goin' to the right or the left
And I'm gonna shut you
rising, I'm straight to the top
Making blood splatter, don't matter, I ain't gonna stop
And I still got miles to go, and I keep on rising some more
I'm out
Our conversations have been dry
It's so hard to find the time
To type a good reply
I'd rather be right by your side
I'm so alone
I can't do this by
outta control
I know know I know know
I know this is gonna be one rocky road
Uhh I'm back and forth and I'm pacing
Being more patient than patience
left it
If you turn you're never gonna be someone
Life is short, don't look back, I never saw you
This is how the world is gonna make it
One by one
‘white’ -the
Suburb voice come through and it’s times
You’ll hear some of that Chicago come through
I’m influenced by all those things
I lived in China
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof
gonna try (try)
Try and make up the time, babe
For all of these lonely nights
That I wasn?t by your side
I?m gonna try (try) For the night
Baby, it?s all
you know I want to do you
I'm gonna do you I'm gonna do you
I'm gonna do you woh, woh, oh, woh
Now my name is Mike G, no need to act stupid
You
move so quick
Poof it be like magic
I'm too high I'm faded
New life I'll take it
I'm out I'm racing
2 miles a minute
Life is for the taking
watch me go
Aww, you rappers are fucking cute, like two cat at log dating
No wonder you go wood, I'm looking at the clock
Waiting for this shit to be over,
do
Nothing I do while I'm far away
Will be enjoyed unless I have you
It's the time and the miles
That makes our hearts grow sore
Soon my love it'll be
through it like the Daytona 500
A hundred miles and runnin'
Girls, they love me, Mr big-Stuff
Put it in your mouth
Handle, B-I, B-I? Knock yourself out
I'm
lame hide behind a screen
I'm gonna win that's by any means
By any means necessary
I got the cherries
On the Burberry
Shit was feeling scary
But that's
how I get it up, run it up, set it up
I'm gonna be like their toughest competitor
Framing the picture the way that I drew it up
I like the way people's
the avenue
Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why
Too much, too many
Don't try holla for a free 16 now I'm sorry but I need to get paid
Can't get me on the phone if you do you can tell by my tone that I need to get
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
be
Ok
Telling you
You're gonna want me
I'm telling you
You're gonna need me
No baby
I'll hurt
Today
But I
Promise you
I'll be
Ok
Pretty soon
You're
believe just like I'm going faster
This long drive is gonna be my last
Forever
Forever
I'm just a mile away from you
'Cause I've been looking for something
and we streamline
So go ahead and place your bets imma be fine
Cuz I'm gonna be the best and imma be blind
Switch up the style
I've been here in the scene
300 Miles right on the dash
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm
Sliding round tucking the toolie
500 miles to go before we get to crusin
I don't know where we'll end up bae we fooling
I left my life in the past say I'm
on down the peddle set the cruise control 500 raging horses
Be on by the state patrol lord the sirens were a screaming lights flashing red
There's a dozen
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