Lyrics:
Temper temper little cloud, I thought we were in this together. I gotta another 30 miles to go and you change your mind like the weather. But I know
than well said
Like life is way better than well dead
I've marched so many miles I
Can't even spell tread
Countless dubs of blue and quality
Time in
And everybody's from here
But nobody lives here
65,000 residents
But we're well known
You can call it East Boogie
But we just call it home
From Miles Davis
and down a silly ladder run the notes, without the words
Words are important for the mind, but the notes are for the soul
Miles Davis, So what
Cannonball,
that jazz like Miles Davis
I get a fake smile from my haters
"Bet an identity crisis is what this guy faces", gone through a lot of phases
Wept more than
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock
Had John Denver on the 8-track,
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
One time when I's growin' up -- it was when I's a kid -- there was nothin' to do at home so I called up
and seeing a double rainbow
While listening to Bitches Brew as recorded by Miles Davis
Andre 3000
[Andre 3000]
Falling mirrors and a her hair in above
rainbow
While listening to Bitches Brew as recorded by Miles Davis (that's cool)
Andre 3000
Full length mirrors and her hair in a bun (a bun)
Kids with
and boats
Streaming Hilda or Bojack Horseman
Give me a free copy of Bill Cosby's autobiography
Cause to charge is a crime
Richard Pryor, Miles Davis, Jimi
think they know the different
And you think you got the bag
But, between me and you, there's a difference
Black Spider-Man, Miles, made it
Influenced by
bars than the penal system, flowing from by brain through my veins
Like hormones through my adrenal system
I grow these little rappers up trying to fuck
me
Massive you don't wanna go there
I got mad skills and style I will get wild
Feel my file conceptually ahead by miles
Who's to blame when your lyrics
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
these
my style wild make miles Davis smile at me
my kin get to action for a salary
but don't judge em our life was all trouble some trauma u can't
your bitch, are you dumb
I'm listening to Miles Davis while my mind is building miles of creative acres
Giving you the best that I got, shout out
heard it, I hope you got the reference
Repeatin' sentences, I must be insane
Like Miles Davis, after he did Sketches of Spain
In that era when he was just
to Miles Davis
The Canda all night rocker
To south side part, and Cathrine, what's up, dude?
And alright, now best wishes out to Eno and Shelly
And their
to Miles Davis
The Canda all night rocker
To south side part, and Cathrine, what's up, dude?
And alright, now best wishes out to Eno and Shelly
And their
to survive
You can tell old Jefferson Davis
That his prayers, they cannot save us
Nor will Robert E. Lee's
Oo--OO
The cotton's burning
Dixie's
mumble is a way to keep the discretion
Miles Davis blues once I'm calm and collected
Murder this jazzy flow without claiming a victim
You just follow
Davis, that Bitches Brew, that "beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This is sanctified sex, this is
a chance, like I'm miles ahead
It got me feeling like Davis, Miles Ahead
I needed time to breath like I lost myself
And I've been looking for change, trynna
like gyratin'
I'm dilated
I'm Miles Davis
For decades I'm dedicated
I'm wide awake when I make this
That's why every note annihilated
Your mild flavor is
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