Текст песни Mile a Minute - 4KPHIL.

On the sunniest
On the sunniest days
On the sunniest days
On the sunniest days
On the sunniest days
On the sunniest days
On the sunniest
On the sunniest days
On the sunniest days
Days, on the sunniest

Mile a minute, mind running like I'm Jesse Owens
Terrell Owens in these Reeboks
Bumping The Chronic, wrote the detox
Making some hip-hop, from Kool G Rap to Big L
Nowadays, these niggas don't even beatbox
I'm punching walls, hands bloody from the sheetrock
Threw twenty in my tank
Driving fast to heaven gates, I can't wait
Kevin Gates, I'm getting tired of delays
Robert Kraft and Meek Millz, I'm getting tired of the slaves
The king of R&B but them girls was underage
Thirty years with all that talent, why you had to go to waste?
Black and beautiful I am but white-passing when I speak
My dad named me Phil so I ain't end up on these streets
Navy SEAL, army tough
Imma be all I could be
Running to my own drums or I'm walking to a beat
My best verses came from death
An early coffin what you seek
I see dead people at night while I'm talking in my sleep
I mean it
If I ain't writing, I'm reading
Rookie season T-Mac, believe the hype when you see it
Nose stuffy, eyes shut
COVID, coughing through Neiman's
The best-kept secret, nigga
And I don't like keeping secrets
Breaching home with these speeches
Clicked my Timbs fucking twice
Lion heart for my fetus
A hundred thousand fucking miles
Guess this route was the scenic
A hundred thousand fucking miles
This is all that I needed
A hundred thousand fucking miles
That's a mile a minute, nigga