Miles

[Intro: J. Cole]

Yeah

Hey, hey

Mm, bass, bass

Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah

Nah-nah-nah

Yeah, look

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

I'ma make this album in a week

Long as Nat keep feeding me trees

As long as Dahi feed me beats

I got heat, parentheses, insert generic line

About the sun or LeBron

You know the kind these rappers always say

I'm miles away, I'm Miles Davis

Horny up in Hollywood and mildly famous

Miley Cyrus on a molly

I don't judge, just smile and wave

And by the way, this shit been goin'

Shit just flowin' out of me

I'm proud to say, I got diarrhea in my diary

My mind ablaze, can fill a thousand pages up with observa'

My monologues bring honest-ay, you niggas hard, oh, how cliché

'Cause yesterday you was a fucking punk and somehow not today

You gon' go and pop that trunk, but fear don't pump inside of mе

Your bitch be looking at a nigga like the onе that got away

Your niggas looking at a nigga like the one, is that okay?

Or do you wish to see me breathless, watch my spirit fly away?

Do what you must, I had a fear of death, that shit just died today

[Chorus: J. Cole, J. Cole & Krayzie Bone]

Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge

Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words

Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins

The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge

And see, we all got to die some day, some way

White people dyin' in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay

Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains

Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains

[Post-Chorus: J. Cole & Krayzie Bone]

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Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]

In my car, nigga, I chase many dreams

I was a hustler, created plenty schemes

To get enough of what I need, I would do anything

I swear to God, these niggas don't want to see me bling

A nigga tryna get it in with this pen, though

So I could do a lil' something for the kin folk

Plus a nigga got a little beef with bein' broke

And that's the kinda shit a nigga usually sin for

Let the wind blow, I'm drifting with this

So see, I'm really all over the place

I cover lots of ground and I been creepin' on the come up for miles

And turn hundreds into thousands, into millions

Yes, I've chased the Devil, would sacrifice some things to make revenue

What would you do if you was living in the ghetto under dark grey skies?

I mean, they ain't never blue (True)

So instead of boo-hooin' all the time, I'ma do something about it

The solution was grind, get up, get it, live it, shine

Never living the life has never entered my mind

What do you mean? You're trying to say I can't eat

I know it's a dream, you're trying to say I can't live

Trying to tell me the sky ain't my limits

But I made it and I'm so high

[Chorus: J. Cole, J. Cole & Krayzie Bone]

Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge

Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words

Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins

The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge

And see, we all got to die some day, some way

White people dyin' in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay

Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains

Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains

[Post-Chorus: J. Cole & Krayzie Bone]

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]

Water breathers, fish on my mama's belly

'Til my mama sneakers, Hannibal Lector sucked on that garnish keeper, baby

With a garbage sweepers, coffins are in the offices of all my teachers

Where awesome preachers write my shit in graffiti right on the walls of the ether

Often reapers, master, you name the place and we can all get deeper

The Mayan passed us quickly, we sick of the fear, my nigga, we all Khalifa

Call Tomica, roll up another fat one, that's what I call gordita

Nine millimeter buck when the people are stuck, stay humble as fuck

Man, I'm used to two-seaters

A couple of freaks with moves that'll make you loser your peepers

When the stars twinkle, remember that we are nine trillion, but a large speaker

All heart, put on y'all blinkers and y'all thought we was all demons

Sanctified with sawed offs ranging use hollow with all reasons

All seasons, all we needin' is whispering winds and all leaves and

Call Eazy, Marcus and Jeffery Dahmer, y'all can haul eatin'

Croutons, hug niggas and I mash they sammies with poupon

In a barn yard smoking cigarettes 'til I hurl, nigga, get your groove on

[Chorus: J. Cole, J. Cole & Krayzie Bone]

Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge

Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words

Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins

The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge

And see, we all got to die some day, some way

White people dyin' in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay

Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains

Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains

[Post-Chorus: J. Cole & Krayzie Bone]

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high