Mileage Lyrics - Singles - Northern Borders

[Chorus] 

Coming to the right place 

Spittin' up them dope rhymes 

In the club shit faced, lost track of my mind 

Shots go down at quick pace, Ciroc's chilled at all times 

Every night's repeat, you got yours I got mine 

Coming to the right place 

Spittin' up them dope rhymes 

In the club shit faced, lost track of my mind 

Shots go down at quick pace, Ciroc chilled at all times 

Every night's repeat, you got yours I got mine 

[Verse: 1 - Joe Shambo 

Just cruising in the car with blunts and homies too 

Yeah, this may all seem familiar 

'Cause it's what we always do 

Never stray too far from staying young, that is the attitude 

It's why we living everyday the same and that's the virtue 

You seemed so certain why we've made the moves 

With mental pictures, the predictions one day 

We'll all be dead of an unknown affliction 

But they searching, trying to find the man 

But he is just a corpse, and now he's reincarnated 

And now about to make the most, of his second chance 

At second glance, when nothing's really changed at all 

I'm still the same, it's what's inside 

That makes the human after all, it's make believe 

But you and me could just go to my car 

And go away, escape the daily, the only limit the stars 

You've always been the kerosene, I am the light 

We are a match, it's picture perfect 

But our chemistry just isn't going to last 

Because apart, we have the power 

To provide amazing things, but when you're with me 

There's a spark that ignites self induced bombings 

[Chorus] 

[Verse: 2 - KCarter] 

Every one hold up your cup 

Celebrate you know we made it, I might kiss the sky 

The skyline lights shine off of my limo painted 

Black, everything black Italian leather windows tinted 

Glisten diamonds off my wrist 

It's just a dream about that life we living 

You know I kill it, I'm going to win it 

Express delivered, city's on it's grind 

I smell that purple through that double zipper 

Coming to you soon, no backpack or an era fitted 

Still littered with illicit shit bitch 

'Cause I like things that are permitted 

So sleek it's a crime, unique as rarest of wine 

Sativa greener than Greenpeace 

I'm smoking reg' as the tides 

Don't lie, no other guy could rise 

And take you as high up to this occasion than I 

So let's have a toast to the night 

'Cause I'm a, a big stunna' 

Head turner who'll push further 

Canadian kid with that pen to commit murder 

No you can't handle this heat 

You're not the quickest of learner 

I'm lining six shots on the table bitch 

Don't even need a burner 

'Cause I'm stuck within these confines 

That are in my mind, a lyrical mine 

Spittin' up the gold an platinum that I might find 

Taking cities by storm, let's make this place look alive 

Just give me till nine, you can bet your life we'll do it right 

'Cause you truly never know 

When I've been tripped off to blow 

Amount of times I've stopped myself 

I'm thinking God only knows 

Should I go slow, save my ego 

Maybe chill out and compose 

Fucking joke, bitch I'm the bomb I'm blowing up like C4