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by, them people stare, he's on his own 
Yes, they see him but they don't mind at all 
As he is waiting for The Call 

There's a Stranger climbing

Verse 1:
Pretty fat muhfucka
Don't mistake me for no chick
I can't ever sweat a woman, got a different type of drip
You know I come from the Field
I

tickets
Missed them gunshots, but got struck by a whole car
Healed from a fractured hip and was left with a whole scar
Got left with like two dents, lookin'

Make my own beats, too, by the way

Yeah, yeah
Aye, hello, pop up, bitch, it's the Phoenix
Name contradicting, I'm freezing
I couldn't believe it
How

the field
Throw on my lil cleats and go and get em
We going cross the hill
Polishing my armor G lock on me I ain't come with ghost
Fighting to stay afloat
My

25/8 bitch I need the smoke I was just a kid when I seen a ghost could take you to places you never even known evil roads flesh against yo soul

lines all in the field
You know them folk pay a nigga just to kill

Speaking on that I've been dressing for real, laying in the salad
Chris done told us

observating
How to fing get it
And when i get it, guess what
Imma fing spend it rolls Royce Ghost i'm in
You'll fing see me in it
Got a fetish for the finer

Flannels and ripped jeans
Now all I see is fields and fences
Remembering flickering lights on a Sunday
Just wanting to feel something

These

And the things you used to do are out of style
They're old and done, but missed by one

If only you could see how they loved you
Maybe then the water clears

Is this glass full of water or is it full of light
You can never walk by a mirror without looking at yourself twice
Your whole life has been shaped

sessions
We name
Field hollers
Spirituals
The underground railroad
The blues
Jazz
Church
Dance
The chitlin' circuit
Prayer circles
Funk
Hip-hop
Holy ghosts

North Ohio

Grayson Hugh

An American Record

2010

the darkness, ever softly
She slipped on by
Down in the field
At the four roads crossing
I watched the flashing
Last blue stars of the fireflies
I stood

of Sioux Falls haunted by church bells like ghosts of applause and the earth deep down tire-stacked walls like New Mexico, peaceful as moth-bitten pincushion

Raglan Road

Luke Kelly

The Wild Rover: Best-Loved Irish Songs

1999

fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I

The Night Sky

Mostly Autumn

For All We Shared

1999

you're safe, you know you're there
The night sky rushing through your hair
The shadow cast across the fields
By silver moon that lights the night
Over

Told me just to go but I wasnt on the field
Standing on the side trynna guide you to what’s real 
Got the 40 on my side I don’t need da steel 
Hand full

(4x’s)


|VERSE #2| Ghost U Like It I Love It
Are you seeing you, do you even know your name
All you see is peaks you don’t know the pain
Snowy Decembers

(Bitches)
But I can't have no jit
Hard enough to see myself

Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah yeah, she in the field
Tell me how it feels to tell
Me how does it feel

a minute, I'm testing my limits and smoking some sour that's roasted
Pen got the power to get me a penthouse in New York City like Ghost did

Born in Queens,

up, eyes low
Blowing on that hydro and that's how the the story goes
A good day on the strip with no 5-0
I still got the mess in my room by tornadoes

fields of May.

At the dawning, at the dawning of the day …

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now …
Away from me so hurriedly, my

the dark but when I look up I can still see the light
And I know its my time
So I will just wait till I shine

But she said you know if you blow
You gone

competition getting dirty with the mixes
Out here in the field it feels like it's me and my swisher
Never by myself your boy is always holding liquor
I'm cut