Lyrics:
at least that's what they say
I say I'll break through all ceilings, then proceed to reach away
And if you doubt then keep away, I need a thousand miles
friends
I lift off, eight miles straight up
Left em all earthbound like, "Hold on wait up!"
Their mouth's open, but mind stays shut
And if you're sick
bitch is
I
I
He a munch
Puuurr
The
PUS BUSTIN
Have me Running 8 miles
NO SWEAT
IM REALLY
BUSTIN
Pull a nigga
Bust a trigger
Have a bitch
Stuck
yourself but won't take care of them kids
Case kept brief, I won't deal with ya
Safe kept neat Like a suit and tie, vibin' high
Head over the clouds, ain't
Put me in the booth and
I'll brodie your wave files
You still getting booed at the
Open mic like 8 Mile
You still actin' like spoken word is serious
my face
Got the next man's dream tryin' to take my place
Anyone in the world can do a 1-8 sell
I'd rather stack a grip and mob in a Chev
They hated
[Chorus]
Well we're good old boys, we come from the Northern Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night by God! We
refused to give the chief his due so the tribe got a little upset
So anyways, about a quarter mile, I notice an Exxon sign
I filled my tank, told
Good evening, do you know any good monsters?
Did you ever swerve your car
At today's top speed
Of thirty-five miles an hour
Into an automobile?
Do
the mud yeah nigha 8 Mile
Born in the O like a 0
I get moe chips then Doritos
I do this shit for my people
I got no cape ain't no hero
I get this shit by
The world sees the apocalypse as a
Mystic cryptic message of doom
The first four seals are represented by four
Riders on four different coloured
to find an alien civilization,
A creature from a creation that's from outer space.
Sixty foot high for miles around;
One million tons of Phospho~Gypsum
your pals rum
Back to Rolls
Back to private plane
The mile high club a figment of memory lane
British cars with the logo of a feline
New
of the sky
You make me shoot it out eight miles high
I wanna keep going on, until the end of time
Yeah girl you got that right, let's do it one more time!
I'm
is quick to chalk a frown
'Cause I don't trust nobody
Nope not a god damn soul
So now you know I'm a hog
From high to a deep level of cold
Thinking why
maze
It will only be two more hours
It's gonna be two more hours
I say, it's our Black Diamond Bay
Your heart's just erupted
But I'm eight miles high
beyond our skies
Surfer girls become foxy ladies
Their minds are blowing The flowers calling
Eight miles high and now they're falling
Hot California
of rock 'n' roll
We played Elysian Park
Until the night was dark
Children of rock 'n' roll
We traveled eight miles high
We never saw the sky
Children
MC dissing
I'm just here to present the rep of my group
We gots flavor, styles by the miles hoes and flows too
I'm tough actin like Tinactin for
Heart of the sun
Mother Nature's only one
Standing by all channels open
Send out to me
I'm ready to receive
High up she flies
Calling from
at women as they walk by
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I'm zonin' cause I'm so high
How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
Fussin' with
daughter
You feel like swingin' haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high, you
of You
But should u wait for me never
Lets make this night infinite like a Sideways 8 Type endeavor im fed up With the Chains of gravity get high wit me
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