I don't wanna hang around
Here no more!
Head is so tired
Of doin' nothin' at all.
So what you say,
We take a trip
And see what's out there.
'Cause of the night is alright
I know we'll end up somewhere
Got time 'cause I got no job,
See illusions but i ain't no slob.
It's like a prison cell here at home,
So if you're willing to fall,
Then I'm ready to go now.
Ten miles high
And I'm doin' alright.
Gonna get to heaven,
With you tonight.
Ten miles high
And the the end is in sight.
We'll be ten miles high tonight.
Every single day
I get a new cadillac roll.
From the boys on the beat,
To the saturday night show.
Well I'm finding it hard,
Just to write out my number.
'Cause I'm crushed by the weight,
Of this feelin' I'm under.
The streets and beat we go,
Well it's a sick feelin'
being bought and sold.
So if I get a chance,
You know I'm ganna be there.
Down by Scarborough beach
To the Maddison Square.
Ten miles high
And I'm doin' alright.
Gonna get to heaven,
With you tonight.
Ten miles high
And the the end is in sight.
We'll be ten miles high tonight.
Well alright!
So if you're ready let's get started.
We'll be dancin' round the walls.
Yeah, tonight I'm feelin' alright,
Alright, alright,
Alright, alright.
Ten miles high
And we're doin' alright.
Gonna get to heaven,
With you tonight.
Ten miles high
And the the end is in sight.
We'll be ten miles high tonight.
Ten Miles high.
(Ten miles high, And I'm doin' alright.)
Woh ten miles high
(Gonna get to heaven, With you tonight.)
We're gonna play, ten miles high.
(Ten miles high and the the end is in sight.)
Ten miles, Ten miles, Ten mile high.
Ten miles high tonight.
We'll be ten miles high tonight.
We'll be ten miles high tonight
Ten Miles high tonight.
Yeah, yeah, yeah ....
Artist: Chase N Cashe
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