Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mi Vida , by - Mile. Song from the album Trading Hours, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Njuzu
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mi Vida , by - Mile. Song from the album Trading Hours, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопMi Vida |
| La música es, la música es |
| La música es, la música es |
| Mi vida-da-da-da |
| Da-da-da-da |
| La música es, la música es |
| La música es, la música es |
| Mi vida-da-da-da |
| Da-da-da-da |
| Yeah, look, bottle and cap my feelings |
| Part of my life has got to disappear to make a killing |
| Such an expensive house with glass walls and ceilings |
| The price of fame is paid off with any of my opinions |
| And don’t confuse daps in person and daps in private |
| Keep an eye on the ones that love you and try to hide it |
| Try deny it, and you gon catch me looking past it |
| Those sheets are over a bed of lies and you’re the fucking mattress |
| But it’s getting harder for them to hate |
| Taller than my shortcomings, still don’t overlook mistakes |
| Every track, set them straight: chalk line, yellow tape |
| Only one to hit a stride the same time I set a pace |
| But Lord, my feet are getting weary |
| I said I’d ride alone but I might need you here to steer me |
| This narrow road to greatness is looking like a mirage |
| The longer I keep it moving the more that I’m feeling lost… |
| Am I lost? |
| I wish I could plug a projector in my thoughts |
| A montage of my memories, the special moments caught |
| Put together an audience screening that’s therapeutic |
| Light a spliffy up and show you whatever’s left out the music |
| But I only show the past and how we’re used to living |
| I can’t let none of them in on the future vision |
| And if you getting nervous when you see a nigga winning? |
| Then you know in your heart that it’s cause you ain’t going with him |
| Nah, cause snakes don’t ever come in handy |
| I keep a circle small enough, make it part of the family |
| And the circle’s gold — we huddling for a namesake |
| Circle still small enough to try eat off the same plate |
| Cause lately I’m burning myself out |
| Opinions and comparisons — enough to lose count |
| Told who to be and what to say, shit I could do without |
| By niggas who never put in the practice from word of mouth |
| I wish that I could pick my pressures |
| Like dealing with the kind of being next up |
| Over every opinionated rapper playing dress-up |
| These are thoughts over drinks with my main thing when I fess up |
| Lord |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Lost | 2015 |
| Send My Love | 2017 |
| Lesser Evils | 2017 |
| Proof | 2017 |
| The Protagonist ft. Mile, Verseless | 2017 |
| Rolling Stones | 2017 |
| Truthful / Crossed | 2017 |
| Extra | 2017 |
| Sober | 2017 |
| Muchitaura | 2017 |
| Reaching for the Sky | 2015 |
| Final Battle | 2015 |
| Falling | 2015 |
| Dark Cold Cell | 2015 |
| To My Grave | 2015 |
| When Lies are Turning Red | 2015 |
| Ripped of all Hope | 2015 |
| Confide | 2015 |
| War Cry | 2015 |