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miles - j. cole lyrics

[intro: j. cole]
yo
hey, hey
mm, based, based
na*na*naa
na*na*naaa
yeah, look

[verse 1: j. cole]
i’ma make this album in a week
long as nat keep feeding me trees
as long as dahi feed me beats
i got heat, parentheses, insert generic line
about the sun, or lebron
you know the kind these rappers always say
i’m miles away, i’m miles davis
h*rny up in hollywood and mildly famous
miley cyrus on a molly
i don’t judge, just smile and wave
and by the way this sh*t been going
sh*t just flowin’ out of me
i’m proud to say, i got diarrhea in my diary
my mind ablaze, can fill a thousand pages up with observa’
my minor logs bring on the stay
you n*ggas hard, oh how cliche
because yesterday you was a f*cking punk and somehow not today
you gon’ go and pop that trunk but fеar don’t pump inside of me
your b*tch be looking at a n*gga likе the one that got away
your n*ggas looking at a n*gga like the one, is that okay
or do you wish to see me breathless, watch my spirit fly away
do what you must i had a fear of death, that sh*t just died today
[chorus: j. cole, krayzie bone, j. cole & bizzy bone]
take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
pistols carried by cowards i got more powers with words
put my faith in the pen let the ink wash all of my sins
the judge called it murder my n*gga called it revenge
see we all got to die someday, someway
white people dying in they sleep my n*ggas die from gunplay
well if the lord call my name, to free me from my chains
cremate a n*gga roll a blunt with my remains
get high, get high, get high, get high
get high, get high, get high, get high
get high, get high, get high, get high
get high, get high, get high, get high

[verse 2: krayzie bone]
in my time n*gga i chase many dreams
i was a hustler, created plenty schemes
to get enough of what i need i would do anything
i swear to god these n*ggas don’t want to see me bling
a n*gga trying to get it with this pen though
so i could do a lil’ something for the kin folk
plus a n*gga got a little beef with bein’ broke
that’s the kinda sh*t a n*gga usually zen for
with the weed and blow, i’m drifting with this
so see i’m really all over the place
i cover lots of ground and i been creepin’ on tha come up for miles
and turn hundreds into thousands into millions
yes i’ve chased the devil, would sacrifice the things to make revenue
what would you do if you was living in the ghetto under dark grey skies
i mean they ain’t never blue (true!)
so instead of boo*hooin’ all the time, i’mma do something about it
the solution was grind
get up, get it, live it, shine
never living the life has never entered my mind
what do you mean, you’re trying to say i can’t eat
i know it’s a dream, you’re trying to say i can’t live
trying to tell me the sky ain’t my limits
but i made it, and i’m so high
[chorus: j. cole, krayzie bone, j. cole & bizzy bone]
take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
pistols carried by cowards i got more powers with words
put my faith in the pen let the ink wash all of my sins
the judge called it murder my n*gga called it revenge
see we all got to die someday, someway
white people dying in they sleep my n*ggas die from gunplay
well if the lord call my name, to free me from my chains
cremate a n*gga roll a blunt with my remains
get high, get high, get high, get high
get high, get high, get high, get high
get high, get high, get high, get high
get high, get high, get high, get high

[verse 3: bizzy bone]
water breathers, fish on my mommas belly
til my momma sneakers, hannibal lector sucked on that garnish keeper baby
with a garbage sweepers, coffins are in the offices of all my teachers
were awesome preachers write my sh*t in graffiti right on the walls in ether
often reapers master you name the place and we can all get deeper
the mayan passed us quickly we sick of the fear my n*gga we all khalifa
call tomica, roll up another fat one, that’s what i call gordita
nine millimeter buck when the people are stuck stay humble as f*ck
man i’m used to two seaters
a couple of freaks with moves that’ll make you loser your peepers
when the stars twinkle, remember that we are nine trillion but a large speaker
all heart, put on y’all blinkers and y’all part, we was all demons
sanctified with sawed offs ranging use hollow with all reasons
all seasons, all we needin’ is whispering winds and all leaves and
call eazy, marcus and jeffery dahmer, y’all can haul eatin’
croutons, hug n*ggas and i match they sammies with coupons
in a barn yard smoking cigarettes ’til i hurl n*gga get your groove on
[chorus: j. cole, krayzie bone, j. cole & bizzy bone]
take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
pistols carried by cowards i got more powers with words
put my faith in the pen let the ink wash all of my sins
the judge called it murder my n*gga called it revenge
see we all got to die someday, someway
white people dying in they sleep my n*ggas die from gunplay
well if the lord call my name, to free me from my chains
cremate a n*gga roll a blunt with my remains
get high, get high, get high, get high
get high, get high, get high, get high
get high, get high, get high, get high
get high, get high, get high, get high

- j cole lyrics

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