Lyrics:
and with pride, pride
More than three thousand miles away
French trenches covered in mud
Brave men fighting in their great war
To end all wars
Lawrence
pay her to leave out
And if it's smoke, come see bout me
Its 12 a.m., she blowin' up my phone
told her I'll be there by three
Pulled up black out in
And neither one of us wants to bring it up
We won't move too fast
But what we had is in the past
This ten thousand miles between our eyes
You touch me,
1, 2, 3, 4
Oh, oh, oh,
Yeah yeah yeah
Hey
If loving you is easy,
Playing by the rules,
But you said love taste so much better when its cruel
To you
searching for his grave
You ask me, stranger, why I made this journey
Why cross three thousand miles of rolling waves
Like many others, my darling was
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
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
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
I'd worship you the way our ancestors prayed to the sun
Drive a hundred thousand miles despite all the danger
I'd face the dragon in the cave
I'd slay
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,
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
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
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
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