Whitehorse - Four More Miles lyrics
[Whitehorse - Four More Miles lyrics]
There's a 21st century hole in the
Ground and it's shaped like you
And it's bringing me down
There's a 22 caliber bullet in my head
And it's full of the dirt from
The lies that you spread
Fun with your money ‘till the market crashes
Fix all the glitches with taxes
Free is never free when you make the rent
Boy 420 baby when the money's all been spent
There's a 21st century hole in the ground
And it's shaped like you and
It's bringing me down
Onе for the honeys and two for the blow
Three you'rе never ready for it
Four more miles to go
La la la la la la la la la la
Oooh la la la la la la la la
There's a 21st century hole in the
Ground and it's shaped like you
And it's bringing me down
There's a 22 caliber bullet in my head
And it's full of the dirt from
The lies that you spread
Another holiday that you call the weekend
Burning through your paycheck again
Taken to the cleaner's sink another token
420 baby when your cold heart has been broken
There's a 21st century hole in the ground
And it's shaped like you and
It's bringing me down
One for the honeys two for the blow
Three you're never ready for it
Four more miles to go
Oooh la la la la la la la la la la la
(four more miles to go)
Oooh la la la la la la la la la la la
(four more miles to go)
Oooh la la la la la la la la la la la
(four more miles to go)
Ground and it's shaped like you
And it's bringing me down
There's a 22 caliber bullet in my head
And it's full of the dirt from
The lies that you spread
Fun with your money ‘till the market crashes
Fix all the glitches with taxes
Free is never free when you make the rent
Boy 420 baby when the money's all been spent
There's a 21st century hole in the ground
And it's shaped like you and
It's bringing me down
Onе for the honeys and two for the blow
Three you'rе never ready for it
Four more miles to go
La la la la la la la la la la
Oooh la la la la la la la la
There's a 21st century hole in the
Ground and it's shaped like you
And it's bringing me down
There's a 22 caliber bullet in my head
And it's full of the dirt from
The lies that you spread
Another holiday that you call the weekend
Burning through your paycheck again
Taken to the cleaner's sink another token
420 baby when your cold heart has been broken
There's a 21st century hole in the ground
And it's shaped like you and
It's bringing me down
One for the honeys two for the blow
Three you're never ready for it
Four more miles to go
Oooh la la la la la la la la la la la
(four more miles to go)
Oooh la la la la la la la la la la la
(four more miles to go)
Oooh la la la la la la la la la la la
(four more miles to go)