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miles way - chill lyrics

(miles way)
he took a puff and inhaled, chemical reaction oh my guts are going pale
my first love was a fail, so now i only run trains so my f-ck gets de-railed
i’m paranoid someone’s coming after me, wrong amount of drugs can turn a story to catastrophe
and who the f-ck was that? i swear i heard em’ laugh at me
come to find out it was my reflection staring back at me
“f-ck you looking at, you don’t even know me you looked deep into my eyes and told me you’re my one and only” shut the f-ck up reflection you’re not me just a phony, conversations with a mirror, some other f-cking lonely
all my homies died that’s a lie staring at these lyrics i can hear it through my eyes
all my f-cking words they encourage my demise
so i feel a bit conflicted like the lord is to the flies
and at the top of my clim-action raping, mackin’ like i’m past relaxing
f-cked it so hard, the -rg-sm had to ask what happened
back when i was young enough, to get har-ssed by michael jackson always had a knack for rapping
blacking on these anglo-saxons, everybody else was wack so i felt like the main attraction
compet-tion in the casket everybody else was wack so i felt like the main attraction didn’t take me serious, like them f-cking f-ggots
burn em like the matches

(verse 2 miles way)
back up in my home, still puffin all alone, would call an ambulance but i don’t have a phone
and i can’t f-cking speak the sour diesel in my throat im getting nervous like the kids in the cathedral with the pope
promethazine and codeine slowly swimming in my system bloodstream filled with so much lean my spline is prolly missing
i talked to jesus but he keep on tripping he don’t even listen, took a break from him i needed a religious intermission
i rock the same sh-t that i be cooking in the kitchen (crack) slinging while i spit b-tch
listen up and take this hit, my b-tches always overdosing mia wallace pulp fiction
more vivid yellow bricks im flipping giving her the dic-tion
silly little sinner cynical s-d-stic sick civility nonexistence slurring his soliloquy
zip zap spit rap like wino sittin sip yap cl!ck clack push ya wig back like bad barber chit chat
i dare any f-g to put me on a diss track, i swear he’s getting smoked faster than a pipe with lit crack

and backflip to p-ss it they said i wouldn’t have sh-t its rats
spit jur-ssic, sick, aids, magic plastered on acid trips blasting with bags of chips and sour patches, trash
with pounds of hash under mattress
last but not least the last n-ggas spittin cl-ssics this way
save the day im tired of hearing that sh-t
the last pic turned first to kicking -ss quick
f-ggot flamboyant rap trash and i’ll burn that sh-t
never learn far from book worm when it was maths
skip cl-ss to make cash form all the local crack addicts
now im act foolish probably won’t live to finish p-b-rty
live fast die young leave greatness at the eulogy

act foolish probably won’t live to finish p-b-rty
live fast die young leave greatness at the eulogy

p-ssy

- miles way lyrics

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