Lyrics:
Travelin' now
On the low highway
Three thousand miles
To the Frisco Bay
Cross the rivers wild
And the lonesome plains
Up the coast and down
of Lanka, as the whole world knows
Yuga sahasra yojana para bhaanu
Leelyo taahi madhura phala jaanu
Though the sun is thousands of miles away
You swallowed
gun in the back
Twisted barren branches
Break up a cloudless sky
Time’s running out
As the miles roll by
When the boys got to the farm house
It was
to another town
Can't hold me back or slow me down
Picked a reefer up in Baltimore
Drove three thousand miles
To the California shore
Then turned around
To do
gotta show em' cus' really it's just sum slight
An I can't be tripping bout making it now if I put in the work then it's gonna go right
A thousand miles
confessions
You walk a mile
In my shoes
You
Learn 1000 lessons
I keep 2 shootas
By my side
I
Call em
Smith and Wesson
Call d roc
He speak
a deep long sleep
Nine thousand miles away from home
Livin' the life of a modern-day Flintstone
We the people, supposed to be equal
But the men who
get paid, speak how I feel
I wake up, murder, death, kill
Stop me by the ATM
I'm about to withdraw five thousand
Little nigga never seen five thousand
confused
I still stand in these shoes
Walk a thousand miles
Just to see the thousands pile
Hating on my style
Watch me kill'em with a smile
Everything
don't know
I keep on counting down
I keep on getting to zero
Dragging ourselves over the canyon
Blank stares three thousand miles wide
One by one
buy some buds"
It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo', ow
Don't pull the thang out,
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
I roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in
for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you
(Drilltime, what you cookin'?) Tonight
Ayy, when I see you, I'ma push your shit back, boy
the hell
You know it's just as well
'Cause after a while and a thousand miles
It all becomes the same
I am the entertainer
I bring to you my songs
the hell
You know it's just as well
'Cause after a while and a thousand miles
It all becomes the same
I am the entertainer
I bring to you my songs
searching for his grave
You ask me stranger why I made this journey
Why I crossed three thousand miles of rolling waves
Like many others my darling's
Seven thousand miles from an Olive Garden
And you'd probably do the same thing
Up in my position
But I digress
It's a pointless conversation
So we make it
to grab some tissue because at all times that distance of 3174 miles can feel more like 3 million
Try dropping your son of at the airport with three teeth
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