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of Miles Davis (Mhmm)
Fake smile faded, that facade is outdated (Yeah)
'Cause I'm just now hated, you don't see a mouth say it (Ya don't)
But that's what

what I say tho
We don't feed off the stupid baby shit nigga get in the cradle
If my lil brothers told me go walk with em, we gone run the whole mile
It

graces
& the flow is just wild dangerous
I been the shit like foul language
In a coupe bumping Miles Davis
Point getting money you can't save it
Lot

Grał mi Miles Davis ja do dziś nie znam smaku brandy
Kocham nieba błękit taki podręczny zestaw przeżyć
Bo go widzisz zawsze gdzie byś nie był
Słodkie

Cold as Miles Davis, 
I’m feeling like Heath Ledger,
I need me a few beans, 
I’ll try to keep it together,

But this Muliano, too much Bravado,
It’s hard

Christmas Day 9/28/21 
Brad Davis / Connie Irene Hall
V1
I HAD A JOB TO DO THAT TOOK ME FAR AWAY
SO MANY MILES FROM YOU, & EVERYTHING I KNEW
I WAS

we were in a cafe

and there was Miles Davis playing on the radio
as I ordered a skinny mocha latte with oat milk
and we contemplated the works

Christmas Day 9/28/21 
Brad Davis / Connie Irene Hall
V1
I HAD A JOB TO DO THAT TOOK ME FAR AWAY
SO MANY MILES FROM YOU & EVERYTHING I KNEW
I WAS

Peep this vision
A swan flying over
The sun and water French kissing
Gaston in the back
Hitting a miles Davis rendition
Just listen
He's off by

to the future. In the track the influences of Miles Davis are clearly audible, but this only means that we were ready to pass through the opened door without

greats Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Dexter Gordon, Roy Hargrove and Mike Phillips. She feels that it's greats like these that have set the platform for who

And Miles Davis I'm guessing

Jimi Hendrix, Bobby Seale, Cornel West, and Sean King
But what about Octavia Butler, Sidiya Hartman, Erica Edwards, and Hazel

some real cool, obscure artist
That's what the art dealer said
And you listen to Miles Davis
Like you feel a god damn thing
Oh but, honey, you and I both

Puffy & Mase
Juelz & Cam
Miles Davis and Sam
They slept on us like a futon
Now we all over the green like a crouton
Smelling my own shit 
Head bigger than

your negro
You love black culture but you hate black people
I put my fist up, nodding all my black heroes
Miles Davis, Michael J, Malcolm X and many more

at nine, shake a bag by ten
I don't even waste time tryin' to break it down, I don't got no scale
Free bro, why he sittin' fightin' for a bond, I'm tryin'

the blink of an eye 
(And it feels so fine)
Now your touch
Is a Miles Davis bop
(Well you know, sugar, some like it hot)
No more trying
To be someone I'm not

broken by society
Who's apparently got the jazz like Miles Davis inside he
I just couldn't be sorry
That my shine is still infinity
Sbrr

I think there's

u wit emm
I be sliding by myself I ain't never been a worker
Viola Davis on the plot tryna get away wit murder
I'm a one man army but u know it ain't

Fucked a hoe so good yeah she came back for the dick twice
By the way I'm a munch where's Ice Spice
Feel like Tank Davis hit that hoe with a left hook

She just wants a man who rough and raw
Like Miles Davis
I just want a bitch who give good head
And can sing like Mavis
Staples on the low you know we

Chef Killa
A hundred miles and running, catch your breath, pace yourself
Ain't tripping over petty shit, my shoes lace they self
We grinding baby
We

and grandmas goddamit I done got weed from aunties
I’m high like High high, (ha ha)
Like Davis make this life a breeze
I am a mile high like the land

time's more important
Set a tone for the time that's before you/
Metamorph til your mind is as gorgeous/
Ring a note from that Miles Davis notebook
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