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blu & exile - miles away كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: blu]
yeah, las vegas and los angeles
louisiana, atlanta, miami, florida, n_gga
we ain’t in kansas
virginia, new york, new jersey
indiana, detroit, chicago, portland
even montana, yo i ran to texas
away from my exes, in search of that next sh_t
but where was i headed?
they thought i was destined for riches
the way he climbed out of them ditches
if i wasn’t now getting nine figures
he was probably f_cking with b_tches
my mama missed me
i feel bad when i get tipsy
reminiscing on how we used to wish, watching walt disney
but now it’s all sh_tty
my n_gga, that grind is gritty
if you ain’t getting that big cheese, homie
you gotta forgive me
we tryna control this city, as if we don’t already
sh_t, other than more money
what do you get when you get in and study?
chickens be hitting the celly
but none of them n_ggas is ready
they used to be hitting them l!cks
but now we be hitting the henny
10s and 20s be leaving a n_gga feeling empty, trust
my n_gga did five years for 150 bucks
n_ggas be spending they nights in prison ’cause they f_cking careless
i’m tryna be spending my nights in paris rolling a f_cking square up
[hook: c.s. armstrong]
i ain’t got time to waste
ain’t got time to stay
i’m on the move
promised land is a mile away
i be d_mned if i miss my fate
i’m trying to go further than yesterday
i’m just trying to go further than yesterday

[verse 2: blu]
las vegas and los angeles
louisiana, atlanta, miami, florida, homie
we ain’t in kansas
they where them grams is
holding hammers like they’re cameras
practicing handles and jump shots, tryna get drafted
my cousin was drafted
my other cousin was k!lled in an accident
another one drafted
and another one practices backspins
and i be rapping, stacking until my last win
cashing in like i’m trapping, but never trapped in
we used to go overboard just to talk
but now we be bored, like what happened?
no more shows and awards, no more clapping
no more writing rhymes on a napkin, d_mn, no more passion
like n_ggas used to be gassed to rip that plastic off of that rap sh_t
and now it’s like we wrapping a package
thinking how long will that last?
’til you on your last run
hoping the po’s don’t catch you
hoping the lows pass us
keeping a pad and paying a car off
hoping it ends better than how it started off
[hook: c.s. armstrong]
i ain’t got time to waste
ain’t got time to stay
i’m on the move
promised land is a mile away
i be d_mned if i miss my fate
i’m trying to go further than yesterday
i’m just trying to go further than yesterday

[verse 3: blu]
my n_gga, virginia, new york, new jersey
indiana, detroit, cali, chigaco
st. louis, montana, back to africa
my n_gga, sudan, the motherland
amsterdam and j_pan
and in the other land i heard my last name’s from london
i wonder what was there to make them name a king after another man
but who cares, i’m tryna chill out in brazil
spend a mil’ on a house on a hill
and not worry about a record deal
well who feels this or who feels that
i heard about a few rich n_ggas who still feel whack
i’m tryna feel fact, chill back
see a fat ass and feel that, that’s real
and not worry about the pills, caps
i peel back the sweepstakes prize, want fries?
the homie said he wish he could live his life through my eyes
six million ways to die
how many ways to survive?
and these days and times, how many people will ride?
when there ain’t nowhere to hide
[hook: blu]
i ain’t got time to waste
ain’t got time to stay
i’m on the move
promised land is a mile away
i be d_mned if i miss my fate
i’m trying to go further than yesterday
i’m just trying to go further than yesterday

- blu exile

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