Eyes Have Miles

Special sauce with the special skill
A special fine for the special feel

A little bit on top of a laid back hoe
Wind the theft from the tailspunk

Back on the school that's a blow
But I'll do
Stomping my foot with my sneaker
I be kicking for the back seat
Fly girl and just in the back seat
I might look a sneaker
But won't steal a peek
Or a glance on some good stares
Don't eat from the crown round
Get up in the ghetto

Shake your butt back down
Got my vapors in action
Like cars meant to lift it
Missed it as I kick it
Hold on in the twister
Young mother, young mother
Should've stayed home
As a poor child come
I'm gonna be a rolling stone
Wild, wild, the optics child

Wild tone wild
Eyes have miles

No brown bag today
Car seat, I'm Mike's dogging it
Catch the Kool-Aid kid
Word shoot a mohawking it

Earl's got the '64 wet
'Cause he sloshed it

Christmas time comes
I make noggin it
Looked a cook
Snuck a hand in your pocket
Took your keys
'Cause then he took your wallet
Bust it in your eye
Then your head he clocked it
Now all you could say was stop it
Fuck you and die

Get from a piece of the pie
Dagga past all that
My eyes have miles

I'm not necessarily clever
'Cause I bring from my soul
Hold my vocal handle for a stroll
As I walk the rack
I roll for the old
I'll never be sold out
'Cause that shell won't ya

I told you my clan's in the shells already

I ain't sweating, just chill
'Cause it's celebrating
It's those Oregon kids
Ever since they was born
They shiny
And now I'm musically inviting the phrase
Relighting the page
This joker pays
For his days on the outside
Just childs

I ain't impressed

The Lex I remove
'Cause I just can't digest
It's too artificial
Man I can't dig it
I don't want no facts

So I say so

And I'ma flow on
For the real necks
Of what tone
Earth hold
Microphone
I'm a rolling stone

I tumble with direction
A reflection from the street
My drink won't die
'Cause I'm out cool like the sky
My eyes have miles