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time
Where
I can close my eyes
Cause
When you blow my mind
You
Take me back in time

I be passing by like the birds in the sky
Y'all wanna see how I be

and laughing all for you
While the sun was sliding by
Carrying the tears of your eyes

When I feel miles away
From everything I love
I look back at the light

the summer, puttin' miles on the spaceship
Constipated consciousness - 'cause I don't want to take shit
Demons come and go and I don't know if I can shake 'em

iLY 
written by Kristen Taylor
performed by Miles To Nowhere
Recorded at Underdog Studios by Kristen Taylor, Ricardo Lozono Produced by Kristen

95
Bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side

Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Hey, Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You done started back doin'

You right
These bitches can't breathe
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't breathe
In

Out in the country where the fields are wide,
Feelin' the breeze as it blows on by,
Rolling hills that touch the sky,
A simple life that money can't

Dizzy, Bird, and Miles are smiling away,
Watching over generational display
Of musicality mentored by the greats of the day
And so they know that Bebop

My True Love
Lyrics by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP)Music by Phil Davis
Produced by Phil Davis for Ph.D. Productions
Vocal Production/Arrangement by Palmer

me you need your plan your long heavity
Before you die broke like Sammy Davis junior
The solar, followed by the looter, followed by the solar

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro

for my time I ain't reachin'
Joint filled up with bomb weed
Can't walk a mile in my sneaks
I'm stoned on an island full of freaks
My niggas got

from home
I'll be nine hundred miles away from home

You can count the days I'm gone
You can tell the train I'm on
You can hear the whistle blow
cs she

Diesel

RZA

Legend of the Wu-Tang Clan: Wu-Tang Clan's Greatest Hits

2004

went bezerk, it's like clockwork 

Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort 

Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse 

French

Let's Get Dirty

Redman

Hip Hop Classics: 5th Anniversary Edition

2007

the label, I belong in a morgue
I'm walkin' half-dead, actin' senile
With bigga niggaz from jail than the one on "Green Mile"
I'll huff and puff, blow the club

dreams across the plain
Every mile a new surprise, like whispers of the rain

Oh, these journeys we take, where the wild winds blow
Through the valleys so

So watch out now gonna blow some gas

So here's my story I was born this way 
People travel miles just to hear me play 
I love to hear them scream

of leaves and tiny streams
Conducted by the wind that blows against our window seams

Piano could not beat her melancholic tunes
Guitar is just too weak for

Diesel

Wu-Tang Clan

Legend of the Wu-Tang Clan: Wu-Tang Clan's Greatest Hits

2004

went bezerk, it's like clockwork 

Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort 

Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse 

French

a lucky thrill
You got what I need
And I got time to kill
So tell me what I want to know
She would always ask me "which way do the crooked winds blow

day
Sometimes I wish they'd be small forever
But it doesn't work that way

Time goes by in the blink of an eye
Seasons change
Through your hands go

diesel and tequila
And all the miles to chase the song
I know for sure
You're the sweetest señorita
When you stay by me all night long
All night long

is on the road yet
'Cause he burned so bright
By the bad boy rules
By the bad boy rules
By the bad boy rules
By the bad boy rules
Chet Baker Chet Baker

Storms May Come
By Elbonee "SingTrece" Stevenson

[1st verse:]

When I see your smile..
Looks Like your mind 
Gone for miles...
You say that your