Lyrics Miles Away - Blu & Exile, Blu, Exile

Miles Away

Yeah, Las Vegas and Los Angeles
Louisiana, Atlanta, Miami, Florida, nigga
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 shit
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 fucking with bitches
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 shitty
My nigga, 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
Shit, other than more money
What do you get when you get in and study?
Chickens be hitting the celly
But none of them niggas is ready
They used to be hitting them licks
But now we be hitting the Henny
10s and 20s be leaving a nigga feeling empty, trust
My nigga did five years for 150 bucks
Niggas be spending they nights in prison 'cause they fucking careless
I’m tryna be spending my nights in Paris rolling a fucking square up
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 damned if I miss my fate
I’m trying to go further than yesterday
I’m just trying to go further than yesterday
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 killed 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, damn, no more passion
Like niggas used to be gassed to rip that plastic off of that rap shit
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 us
Hoping the lows pass us
Keeping a pad and paying a car off
Hoping it ends better than how it started off
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 damned if I miss my fate
I’m trying to go further than yesterday
I’m just trying to go further than yesterday
My nigga, Virginia, New York, New Jersey
Indiana, Detroit, Cali, Chicago
St. Louis, Montana, back to Africa
My nigga, Sudan, the motherland
Amsterdam and Japan
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 niggas 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
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 damned if I miss my fate
I’m trying to go further than yesterday
I’m just trying to go further than yesterday