Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10,000 Miles, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10,000 Miles |
| Lookin' up out my Benz |
| Killa Cam nah nah nah |
| Killa Cam nah nah nah |
| I need to say sorry, y’all already knew it |
| But my pride won’t let me do it though |
| Heard that, it’s pride, won’t let me do it though |
| Best girl in the world, I might’ve blew it |
| Like the small condom, I’ll get through it though |
| I’ll get through it though |
| Heard that, we can do it though |
| I cheated, another one in the books for me |
| She clean, roll weed, and cook for me |
| Ain’t hear from the kids, she would look for me |
| Now she so mad that she won’t even look at me |
| Damn iPhones and cameras, nights in Atlanta |
| Tried to bring you gifts, she said, «You ain’t Santa» |
| I’m just showin' manners, she reachin' for the hammer |
| She ain’t got ears, they replaced with antennas |
| Hard to believe I messed trust up |
| No good or bad, just tough luck |
| I looked her in the eyes like, «I fucked up» |
| Gripped up, my life had to monetize |
| Made mistakes, I apologize |
| Dinner, movie, a date, you know, maybe that |
| Some dudes relate, I want my baby back |
| I tell you a million times, I’m sorry |
| Wild life right here, no safari |
| I’m dressed up, I 'fess up |
| I messed up bad… |
| Later on that night, I bought a kilo |
| To sell it or sniff it, man I don’t know |
| 'Cause I got pulled over by po-po |
| Oh no-o-o-o-o-o |
| Day-to-day life dealin' with reality |
| Lawyer got me off on a technicality |
| All I think about, we was Mickey and Mallory |
| Nothin' left but increase my salary |
| Uh, now money is the focus |
| Hustlin' president, POTUS |
| Anything else right now is bogus |
| Real estate opened up, I gave notice |
| Murder was the case, Calvin Broadus |
| Blue magic though, hokus pokus |
| They forgot that my dope’s the dopest |
| Made a mil' in one week, yeah it’s poppin' |
| Retail therapy, out shoppin' |
| Pulled off the lot, top droppin' |
| No legs on the car, but it’s boppin' |
| Speakers in the door, so it’s knockin' |
| I got all the keys, so I’m locked in |
| Felt above the law, Johnny Cochran |
| And I’m off the rebound, Rodman |
| Woo! |
| Let’s get this money, baby |
| Let’s get this money, baby |
| Ain’t nothin' funny, baby |
| La-la-la-la-la |
| Later on that night, I laid in my bed |
| Them birds was chirpin', so I’m countin' up bread |
| But I can’t get her up out my head |
| Oh man… damn |
| (Later on that night, I laid in my bed |
| Them birds was chirpin', so I’m countin' up bread |
| But I can’t get her up out my head |
| Oh man… damn) |