Songtexte:
Million Miles Jones

Blessed is the one Who knows where we'r all from A million miles, a million miles, a million miles A million miles from home, from home A million miles

Blessed is the one Who knows where we'r all from A million miles, a million miles, a million miles A million miles from home, from home A million miles

] Is it our ladies? [uh-huh] Or our drop Mercedes [uhh, uhh] Bay-bee bay-BEE! Verse Two: Puff Daddy I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million (yeah

the size of rims on a school bus I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion Six hundred Ki's, that's fifty-one million Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones

3 stacks, keep your heart Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart Play your part Play your part" (Pimp C) Sweet jones

starry night yellin' "The harbor is yours!" You should tell him where you situate the gold That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davey J-J-J-Jones

but that's cool too I gets my money on the double, that's what I do Hittin' them brown bubbles an' avoidin' trouble Hoes to choose with nothin' to lose An' a million

like this, we live our life like this We live our life like this, why? Now, we doin' 'bout a hundred miles per hour down back blocks About a million

friends I've disregarded all though the years Goodbye to all my favourite songs I wish that love and fear did not prove You're a million miles from