Lyrics:
flags on the end
C. Walton, Stacey Adams, five-oh-one
That shit was fascinating
The Miles Davis of gangbangin' and crack slangin'
Drivin' a fresh
forever
But baby ain't got the leverage
Leave that bitch like he Vegas
Swing you'll miss
Like Chris Davis
Til my cribs hella spacious
Feelings stay
Cause this is just outright wrong
How can they be allowed by law to enforce
in a way that makes our lives hard?
The knee on the neck
Would see him
but I'm a grown man, I still apologized
Even reviewed your project, you acted chill like (Awh, it's fine)
Then a couple days go by, you drop a song
on his head at 7.30, he was killed By 8
Tell my shooter to wipe his prints, throw the Gun in the lake
Benihana rice, do
I wasnt some shrimp or some steak
saying?
Afrika Bambaataa, Miles motherfucking Davis, sister Assata Shakur
Once known as Joanne Chesimard, Robert Townsend, Nelson Mandela
Karreem
bad bitches bring a friend, that's a foursome
Say you want smoke, lol nigga then blow something
GreenLight Davis on go, let me know something
Testing my
Back in the day
That's what i pray
Miles ago ages away
Downward was our direction
Crazy was the meme
Truth always out of reach
Turmoil was the theme
a couple racks
Is it the drugs
Or these females posting Cashapp
I know you different by the way you dress
Sophisticated kinda swagger
Thinking how the fuck
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose
(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
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
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
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
ask a lot of questions
I repeat this is not a question
If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
Keep the glock by the intestines, .38 waist
Wit
(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
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
Take my sceptred isle
Set in a silver sea
Filled to overflowing
By a hungry discontent
Go that extra mile
For a nice strong cup of tea
Take my
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
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