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forelli - 900 miles lyrics

yeah, forelli
900 miles (900 miles)

i done came from far away, 900 miles (900 miles)
can’t put yourself in no grave, just 900 miles (900 miles)
don’t slit yourself with no blade, not on your life (900 miles)
got mud on my dungarees from 900 miles (900 miles)
i was driving that camry
dropped off omar in atlanta (rest in peace)
drove 900 miles
n-gg-s can’t get my f-cking name out their mouths
money making rounds
moving low key, we do not make a sound (yeah)
i’m goin’ hard high fashion (yeah)
i keep the change for the pastor (yeah)
i’m writing verses for the rapture
so how dare you call me a rapper?

i was sitting in that greyhound for 900 miles (900 miles)
all non-believers jumped off when i crossed the nile (900 miles)
all my n-gg-s couldn’t stay down just 900 miles (900 miles)
900 miles, 900 miles, 900 miles ( 900 miles)
900 miles

verse 2
hey, babe, this is payday
you could have a couple dollars just don’t talk to no strangers
strange things been happening right
got married to a girl on a saturday night (d-mn)
murder was the case that they gave me
even brittany johnson couldn’t save me
i might as well go park at the station and call the cops come take my -ss to the basement
i don’t know how fast we were racing
i can’t tell her if i am the doc or the patient
i’m facing life in jail, it’s amazing
i’m speed racing through yet they tried to play me
they tried to spit on my potatoes and my gravy
i tried to tell em this shit is my life, not some play shit

- forelli lyrics

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