10,000 Miles Lyrics - Cam'ron

[Intro] 

Lookin' up out my Benz 

Killa Cam nah nah nah 

Killa Cam nah nah nah 

[Verse 1] 

I need to say sorry, y'all already knew it 

But my pride won't let me do it though 

Heard that, it's pride, won't let me do it though 

Best girl in the world, I might've blew it 

Like the small condom, I'll get through it though 

I'll get through it though 

Heard that, we can do it though 

I cheated, another one in the books for me 

She clean, roll weed, and cook for me 

Ain't hear from the kids, she would look for me 

Now she so mad that she won't even look at me 

Damn iPhones and cameras, nights in Atlanta 

Tried to bring you gifts, she said, "You ain't Santa" 

I'm just showin' manners, she reachin' for the hammer 

She ain't got ears, they replaced with antennas 

Hard to believe I messed trust up 

No good or bad, just tough luck 

I looked her in the eyes like, "I fucked up" 

Gripped up, my life had to monetize 

Made mistakes, I apologize 

Dinner, movie, a date, you know, maybe that 

Some dudes relate, I want my baby back 

I tell you a million times, I'm sorry 

Wild life right here, no safari 

I'm dressed up, I 'fess up 

I messed up bad... 

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[Chorus] 

Later on that night, I bought a kilo 

To sell it or sniff it, man I don't know 

'Cause I got pulled over by po-po 

Oh no-o-o-o-o-o 

[Verse 2] 

Day-to-day life dealin' with reality 

Lawyer got me off on a technicality 

All I think about, we was Mickey and Mallory 

Nothin' left but increase my salary 

Uh, now money is the focus 

Hustlin' president, POTUS 

Anything else right now is bogus 

Real estate opened up, I gave notice 

Murder was the case, Calvin Broadus 

Blue magic though, hokus pokus 

They forgot that my dope's the dopest 

Made a mil' in one week, yeah it's poppin' 

Retail therapy, out shoppin' 

Pulled off the lot, top droppin' 

No legs on the car, but it's boppin' 

Speakers in the door, so it's knockin' 

I got all the keys, so I'm locked in 

Felt above the law, Johnny Cochran 

And I'm off the rebound, Rodman 

Woo! Let's get this money, baby 

Let's get this money, baby 

Ain't nothin' funny, baby 

La-la-la-la-la 

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[Chorus] 

Later on that night, I laid in my bed 

Them birds was chirpin', so I'm countin' up bread 

But I can't get her up out my head 

Oh man... damn 

Later on that night, I laid in my bed 

Them birds was chirpin', so I'm countin' up bread 

But I can't get her up out my head 

Oh man... damn