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Mile High Video (MV)




Performed By: bluindigochild
Language: English
Length: 2:03
Written by: Trevor Cole




bluindigochild - Mile High Lyrics




Morning flight going back to Cali
Hope we go fast like we in a rally
I'm counting numbers and marking tallies
I'm a cool cat like Thomas O' Malley

I'm a cool cat call me Thomas O' Malley
If the rap trash, leave that shit in the alley
If you ain't my friend then I ain't your pally
Wanna get some bundles like I'm working at Sally's

Burn the bush like Jesus
My crew bright can't see us
Brown in my cup like Reese's
I bring them hell 'til it freezes

Only know truth and I preach it
Break new ceiling, can't reach it
Read em like a book, no secret
Running with the dogs no leashes

Don't get too distracted by how fly I am
Got another plane ride at 5 in the am
I just do the shit, I don't gotta try cause I can
Did it all on a whim, but it look like a plan

Mile high above everyone else
My shit is loud like the top of the shelf
I got ten years, plus more on the belt
I make the music you know gonna sell

Bitch I been doing it all by myself
Me and a couple of homies as well
Nobody knows that I went through some hell
I just want cheese like I'm making a melt

Tryna get cash for the promo
So I don't get no fomo
Put it on the line, telephono
I ain't got time, no chrono
Still in the zone though
Throwing it back like Romo
Wheels turning like MoMo
Thanking my fans like doomo

I just got some followers in Italy
All that shit the haters talking don't mean shit to me
That's a whole lotta cap and it ain't fitting me
If you on that bullshit I hope you missing me
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Morning flight going back to Cali
Hope we go fast like we in a rally
I'm counting numbers and marking tallies
I'm a cool cat like Thomas O' Malley

I'm a cool cat call me Thomas O' Malley
If the rap trash, leave that shit in the alley
If you ain't my friend then I ain't your pally
Wanna get some bundles like I'm working at Sally's

Burn the bush like Jesus
My crew bright can't see us
Brown in my cup like Reese's
I bring them hell 'til it freezes

Only know truth and I preach it
Break new ceiling, can't reach it
Read em like a book, no secret
Running with the dogs no leashes

Don't get too distracted by how fly I am
Got another plane ride at 5 in the am
I just do the shit, I don't gotta try cause I can
Did it all on a whim, but it look like a plan

Mile high above everyone else
My shit is loud like the top of the shelf
I got ten years, plus more on the belt
I make the music you know gonna sell

Bitch I been doing it all by myself
Me and a couple of homies as well
Nobody knows that I went through some hell
I just want cheese like I'm making a melt

Tryna get cash for the promo
So I don't get no fomo
Put it on the line, telephono
I ain't got time, no chrono
Still in the zone though
Throwing it back like Romo
Wheels turning like MoMo
Thanking my fans like doomo

I just got some followers in Italy
All that shit the haters talking don't mean shit to me
That's a whole lotta cap and it ain't fitting me
If you on that bullshit I hope you missing me
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Writer: Trevor Cole
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