Letras:
All Left Out Miles Away

: Verse 1 The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out Pray to my God everyday but he don

death row. Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, "one-eighty-seven, " and bail. Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell. It's all

He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad} New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band's out

Consuming all the life in front of you Burning out the fuse and smoking the residue Possessive obsessions selfish childish games Vengeful resentments Passing all

above and endless miles of sand In that mirror maybe that's what's left of me Wheezing like a freight train hauling sixty tons of steel Air 'em out's

everybody hit the door someone's lickin shots off [Verse 3- Swifty] (Nigga I been tryna call you all day mothafucka where you at?) I'm on seven mile

you don't want it with me [Lloyd Banks] Fuck that I'm miles away And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out

do said to call it out, afraid to say i don't recognize whats left of us i can think of anything that was and it was over before all the things that

below until the level beneath Broke five ribs both hands and blew out his teeth But the level below is where they all want his position They all look