Miles on Repeat

Been in my bag like Postman

Pat Few years deep still posting

tracks Dropped four five when I

wanted a ride Now I drop

four five in a week then

I'm back Been on the grind

got shit coming in Put some

aside then I spend some again

I used to run that bag

till I break both legs Now

I run up a tab when

I'm out with my friends Got

time on my hands no day

day I got days getting booked

like court dates Put one in

then I line up another Man

got more dates,

smart than a tour page I

came up selling wraps and flavours

Now I'm out selling raps on

stages Still put work in still

get paid But the work got

switched like trading places

Still got miles I'm running them

up

Still got plans I'm fucking them

up

Good days lined I'm doubling up

Glass went down fill that fucker

back up

Still got miles I'm running them

up

Still got plans I'm fucking them

up Came this far ain't giving

it up

Still wavy turn that fucker up

I love to get down when

I go cross country Still come

home with some shit in the

luggage Buy stuff there that I

don't even need Then pay overweight

cause the bag won't shut G

Touch down straight out no hanging

about Find food first when I'm

landing in town Straight to the

bar get a round going round

Few drinks deep start chatting too

loud Been around this globe got

more on route If the sun

stays out then I'm staying out

too Back home rain coming down

by the bar Kicked two days

later man's batting too loud Been

around this globe got more on

route If the sun stays out

then I'm staying out too Back

home rain coming down by the

bar Kicked two days later man's

back in the sun Got a

few quid spare might waste a

bit See some random shit and

I'm taking it Walked in thinking

I'm buying fucking figs Take my

fucking brim why I bought cigs

Can't dance man's Caucasian Still get

down when the place starts shaking

Cut shapes like Stanley blades One

two step that's basic training Got

the molly yeah I came to

party Roll that fat bud Marley

Harley One gets passed then I

build another Got more joints round

me than Harley One tune done

put another one in Still got

four that I'm halfway in Start

one beat then I hear something

else Next thing I know got

another one in Been on my

bread got plenty to chase Still

get gassed when the tune sounds

great Put that down let it

sit for a day Come back

fresh then I finish the tape

Still got miles I'm running them

up

Still got plans I'm fucking them

up

Good days lined I'm doubling up

Glass went down fill that fucker

back up

Still got miles I'm running them

up Still got plans I'm fucking

them up Came this far ain't

giving it up

Still wavy turn that fucker up