MILES WAY - Chill lyrics

(MILES WAY) He took a puff and inhaled, chemical reaction oh my guts are going pale My first love was a fail, so now I only run trains so my f** gets de-railed I'm paranoid someone's coming after me, wrong amount of d** can turn a story to catastrophe And who the f** was that? I swear I heard em' laugh at me Come to find out it was my reflection staring back at me “f** you looking at, you don't even know me you looked deep into My eyes and told me you're my one and only” shut the f** up reflection you're not me Just a phony, conversations with a mirror, some other f**ing lonely All my homies died that's a lie staring at these lyrics I can hear it through my eyes All my f**ing words they encourage my demise So I feel a bit conflicted like the lord is to the flies And at the top of my clim-action raping, mackin' like I'm past relaxing f**ed it so hard, the orgasm had to ask what happened Back when I was young enough, to get hara**ed by Michael Jackson always had a knack for rapping Blacking on these Anglo-Saxons, everybody else was wack so I felt like the main attraction Competition in the casket everybody else was wack So I felt like the main attraction Didn't take me serious, like them f**ing f*ggots Burn em like the matches (Verse 2 MILES WAY) Back up in my home, still puffin all alone, would call an ambulance but I don't have a phone And I can't f**ing speak the sour diesel in my throat im getting nervous like the kids in the Cathedral with the pope Promethazine and codeine slowly swimming in my system bloodstream filled with so much lean my spline is prolly missing I talked to Jesus but he keep on tripping he don't even listen, took a break from him I needed a religious intermission I rock the same sh** that I be cooking in the kitchen (crack) slinging while I spit b**h Listen up and take this hit, my b**hes always overdosing Mia Wallace Pulp Fiction More vivid yellow bricks im flipping giving her the dic-tion Silly little sinner cynical sadistic sick civility nonexistence slurring his Soliloquy Zip zap spit rap like wino sittin sip yap click clack push ya wig back Like bad barber chit chat I dare any f*g to put me on a diss track, I swear he's getting smoked faster than a pipe with lit crack And backflip to pa** it they said I wouldn't have sh** its rats Spit Jura**ic, sick, aids, magic plastered on acid trips blasting with bags of chips and sour patches, trash With pounds of hash under mattress Last but not least the last n***as spittin cla**ics this way Save the day im tired of hearing that sh** The last pic turned first to kicking a** quick f*ggot flamboyant rap trash and I'll burn that sh** Never learn far from book worm when it was maths Skip cla** to make cash form all the local crack addicts Now im act foolish probably won't live to finish puberty Live fast die young leave greatness at the eulogy Act foolish probably won't live to finish puberty Live fast die young leave greatness at the eulogy p**y