Miles - J. Cole/Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Jermaine Cole/Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
[00:00.010] 作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
[00:00.020][Intro: J. Cole]
[00:07.623]Yo
[00:11.287]Hey, hey
[00:18.502]Mm, based, based
[00:31.268]Na-na-naa
[00:33.300]Na-na-naaa
[00:35.215]Yeah, look
[00:37.015]
[00:37.286][Verse 1: J. Cole]
[00:37.619]I'ma make this album in a week
[00:39.400]Long as Nat keep feeding me trees
[00:41.214]As long as Dahi feed me beats
[00:42.967]I got heat, parentheses, insert generic line
[00:46.205]About the sun, or Lebron
[00:48.007]You know the kind these rappers always say
[00:50.329]I'm miles away, I'm Miles Davis
[00:52.535]Horny up in Hollywood and mildly famous
[00:55.370]Miley Cyrus on a molly
[00:56.801]I don't judge, just smile and wave
[00:58.793]And by the way this shit been going
[01:00.500]Shit just flowin' out of me
[01:02.233]I'm proud to say, I got diarrhea in my diary
[01:05.867]My mind ablaze, can fill a thousand pages up with observa'
[01:09.673]My minor logs bring on the stay
[01:11.401]You niggas hard, oh how cliche
[01:13.433]Because yesterday you was a ****ing punk and somehow not today
[01:17.003]You gon' go and pop that trunk but fear don't pump inside of me
[01:20.343]Your bitch be looking at a nigga like the one that got away
[01:24.278]Your niggas looking at a nigga like the one, is that okay
[01:28.054]Or do you wish to see me breathless, watch my spirit fly away
[01:31.602]Do what you must, I had a fear of death, that shit just died today
[01:32.014]
[01:32.232][Chorus: J. Cole, Krayzie Bone, J. Cole & Bizzy Bone]
[01:32.513]Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
[01:39.441]Pistols carried by cowards I got more powers with words
[01:43.075]Put my faith in the pen let the ink wash all of my sins
[01:46.872]The judge called it murder my nigga called it revenge
[01:50.661]See we all got to die someday, someway
[01:52.949]White people dying in they sleep my niggas die from gunplay
[01:57.666]Well if the lord call my name, to free me from my chains
[02:01.507]Cremate a nigga roll a blunt with my remains
[02:05.320]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[02:08.291]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[02:12.125]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[02:15.800]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[02:18.678]
[02:18.884][Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
[02:20.262]In my time nigga I chase many dreams
[02:21.944]I was a hustler, created plenty schemes
[02:23.782]To get enough of what I need I would do anything
[02:25.481]I swear to God these niggas don't want to see me bling
[02:27.480]A nigga trying to get it with this pen though
[02:29.341]So I could do a lil' something for the kin folk
[02:31.104]Plus a nigga got a little beef with bein' broke
[02:32.940]That's the kinda shit a nigga usually zen for
[02:34.885]With the weed and blow, I'm drifting with this
[02:36.747]So see I'm really all over the place
[02:38.058]I cover lots of ground and I been creepin' on tha come up for miles
[02:40.423]And turn hundreds into thousands into millions
[02:43.283]Yes I've Chased the Devil, would sacrifice the things to make revenue
[02:45.744]What would you do if you was living in the ghetto under dark grey skies
[02:48.366]I mean they ain't never blue (true!)
[02:49.622]So instead of boo-hooin' all the time, I'mma do something about it
[02:52.363]The solution was grind
[02:52.989]Get up, get it, live it, shine
[02:54.823]Never living the life has never entered my mind
[02:56.692]What do you mean, you're trying to say I can't eat
[02:58.272]I know it's a dream, you're trying to say I can't live
[03:00.459]Trying to tell me the sky ain't my limits
[03:02.232]But I made it, and I'm so high
[03:03.953]
[03:04.639][Chorus: J. Cole, Krayzie Bone, J. Cole & Bizzy Bone]
[03:04.860]Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
[03:08.118]Pistols carried by cowards I got more powers with words
[03:11.830]Put my faith in the pen let the ink wash all of my sins
[03:15.591]The judge called it murder my nigga called it revenge
[03:19.201]See we all got to die someday, someway
[03:22.487]White people dying in they sleep my niggas die from gunplay
[03:26.142]Well if the lord call my name, to free me from my chains
[03:30.015]Cremate a nigga roll a blunt with my remains
[03:33.720]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[03:37.118]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[03:40.807]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[03:44.425]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[03:47.230]
[03:47.481][Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
[03:49.402]Water breathers, fish on my mommas belly
[03:51.555]Til my momma sneakers, Hannibal Lector sucked on that garnish keeper baby
[03:55.638]With a garbage sweepers, coffins are in the offices of all my teachers
[04:00.106]Were awesome preachers write my shit in graffiti right on the walls in ether
[04:03.672]Often reapers master you name the place and we can all get deeper
[04:07.462]The Mayan passed us quickly we sick of the fear my nigga we all Khalifa
[04:11.627]Call Tomica, roll up another fat one, that's what I call gordita
[04:14.753]Nine millimeter buck when the people are stuck stay humble as ****
[04:17.755]Man I'm used to two seaters
[04:19.535]A couple of freaks with moves that'll make you loser your peepers
[04:22.098]When the stars twinkle, remember that we are nine trillion but a large speaker
[04:25.947]All heart, put on y'all blinkers and y'all part, we was all demons
[04:29.323]Sanctified with sawed offs ranging use hollow with all reasons
[04:33.195]All seasons, all we needin' is whispering winds and all leaves and
[04:37.148]Call Eazy, Marcus and Jeffery Dahmer, y'all can haul eatin'
[04:40.602]Croutons, hug niggas and I match they sammies with coupons
[04:44.375]In a barn yard smoking cigarettes 'til I hurl nigga get your groove on
[04:46.475]
[04:46.868][Chorus: J. Cole, Krayzie Bone, J. Cole & Bizzy Bone]
[04:47.908]Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
[04:51.170]Pistols carried by cowards I got more powers with words
[04:54.966]Put my faith in the pen let the ink wash all of my sins
[04:58.626]The judge called it murder my nigga called it revenge
[05:02.483]See we all got to die someday, someway
[05:05.841]White people dying in they sleep my niggas die from gunplay
[05:09.407]Well if the lord call my name, to free me from my chains
[05:13.199]Cremate a nigga roll a blunt with my remains
[05:16.992]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[05:20.666]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[05:24.155]Get high, get high, get high, get high
[05:27.618]Get high, get high, get high, get high

文本歌词

作词 : Jermaine Cole/Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Yo
Hey, hey
Mm, based, based
Na-na-naa
Na-na-naaa
Yeah, look

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 going
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 minor logs bring on the stay
You niggas hard, oh how cliche
Because yesterday you was a ****ing punk and somehow not today
You gon' go and pop that trunk but fear don't pump inside of me
Your bitch be looking at a nigga like the one 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

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
See we all got to die someday, someway
White people dying 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
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

In my time 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 trying to get it 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
That's the kinda shit a nigga usually zen for
With the weed and 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 tha come up for miles
And turn hundreds into thousands into millions
Yes I've Chased the Devil, would sacrifice the 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'mma 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

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
See we all got to die someday, someway
White people dying 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
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

Water breathers, fish on my mommas belly
Til my momma sneakers, Hannibal Lector sucked on that garnish keeper baby
With a garbage sweepers, coffins are in the offices of all my teachers
Were awesome preachers write my shit in graffiti right on the walls in 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 ****
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 part, 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 match they sammies with coupons
In a barn yard smoking cigarettes 'til I hurl nigga get your groove on

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
See we all got to die someday, someway
White people dying 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
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