Lyrics:
can try again, 4th down but no gain (Hut!)
Take No Prisoners out there on that field
On that field
Take No Prisoners out there goin' for the kill
Goin'
In the fields in the forest
In the streams all around the village
Men have fought men have died
Men are lost to history we envisage
The land near
the field I got eight they went left field (field)
Play with that paper (paper) taught em how that led feel (lehhgo)
These n***** ain't in the field I got
when it's my time to go
'Cause I'm a legend in the 'Field
I'm a legend in the 'Field
I'm a legend in the 'Field
I'm respected in the 'Field
Yeah
Humble
fields
Drowning in the ocean
Walkin through the cane fields
Girl tsunami
Walkin' through the cane fields
Drowning in the ocean
Walkin through the cane
Yeah yeah,woah
Yeah yeah,woah
Again,again
Again,again
Again,again
Again,again
Hey,I'm back in the field again
Like I'm picking cotton
Foot on their
Agreement is made
Deal is sealed
Orange goblin took her by the hand
Through the wheat fields
And there they found
The magic money tree
Yet still
like kick, baby
Nigga, she get real in the field
Niggas get killed in the field
A lot of blood spilled in the field
Bounce out barefaced and do a drill
Let me take you down
?Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Living is easy
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how you die, nigga, die by the skill
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how you die, nigga, choose
They're growing houses in the fields between the towns
And the Starlight drive-in movie's closing down
The road is gone to the way it was before
Have you ever seen the fields of love?
Have you ever felt the seeds of love?
Have you ever seen the fields of love?
Have you ever felt the seeds
in feeling something real
Skeptic to a new ideal
Motion to foreign fields
Motion to foreign fields
Motion to foreign fields
Foreign fields
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about
Once upon a time in sixtieth century
I saw little man that sat and cried
I don’t know why
His name was Mr. Pompoloz
He’s the owner of the fields
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk through fields of gold
So
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
Fields of Gold Catherine's Lyrics
You'll remember me when the west wind moves among the fields of barley, you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
So
the school yard
smoke some shit and we goin’ hard
I got some good marks
So I put my bitch in some Goyard
when we going on this field trip field trip
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So
Yeah, yeah
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Ooh, ey, ah, ah-uh, uh-uh)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
All my dawgs in the fields in dimensions
All my dawgs in the fields
the field
Feet in the dirt
Heart poking outta my shirt
Nat Turner or burner
I aim at a purp
We killing noise
Sickem boy
Illinois
Ye off the meds
You sound
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