Centrumhets
featuring Jay-Z, Kelly Price
Verse One: Styles
Catch me in the Dirty South
In the red porche burning out
Head across seas, bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house
We three deep, what, and we ain't get no sleep
We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
Plan is to keep the fam tight
Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light
Can't see the dice, ice to bright
Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
Get a record deal and not take it serious
Plan to make hits for a long period
Hell of a living, shit being
Verse One: Styles
Catch me in the Dirty South
In the red porche burning out
Head across seas, bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house
We three deep, what, and we ain't get no sleep
We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
Plan is to keep the fam tight
Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light
Can't see the dice, ice to bright
Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
Get a record deal and not take it serious
Plan to make hits for a long period
Hell of a living, shit being
40 Miles From The Sun
There is nowhere left to hideÂÂ
There is nothing to be doneÂÂ
No people to be savedÂÂ
No pets we've never namesÂÂ
40 miles from the sunÂÂ
As darkness craves the mindÂÂ
We come undone without our prideÂÂ
No time on the earth to comeÂÂ
All the pleasures just begunÂÂ
40 miles from the sunÂÂ
In our coats beneath the layersÂÂ
Wash my skin of all the hateÂÂ
We should sleep lateÂÂ
Everything just kind of gratesÂÂ
40 miles from the sunÂÂ
40 miles from the sunÂÂ
40 miles from the sunÂÂ
I need to lose to make it rightÂÂ
I'll confront the stars tonightÂÂ
I will babble I will biteÂÂ
You will never know how much you shineÂÂ
40 miles from the sunÂÂ
40 miles from the sunÂÂ
40 miles from the sun