Lyrics:
it's a screen and I'm on it
Realise this is virtual, yeah it's electronic
Now the field's black, it's a screen and I'm on it
Realise this is virtual,
you feel, I am the real
Playin' the playin', the playin' the field
My cousin told me, grab that notebook, fill them blank spaces
This was in the makin'
complete
Keep an eye on me 'til their spaceship
Burn all my notebooks in case I rest in peace
Just a sound system playing the magic beat
cin't no shame
in a lightning storm
They disappeared at night in green fields of silver corn
And sometime in July she just forgot that he was leaving
So when
at night in green fields of silver corn
And sometime in July she just forgot that he was leaving
So when the fields were dying, she held on to his sleeves
open the door
Showing Romeo things he'd never seen before
Together they both ran out
Into the field of electronic dreams
new reality
Finding my humanity
Past the Singularity...
I don't want to doubt
In the shadow route
Can I help them out?
Dreaming in an electronic field
shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib, gettin funky off
lies
Enemies still alive Real ones seem to die
Twisted world but I try Notebook full of plays
Strategize to get paid Champagne for the pain
Pour It Up
Wet they notebooks up like a can of soul glow
They smile in yo face but when they turn they back they nose grow
No reason to trip I lace my shoes
time's more important
Set a tone for the time that's before you/
Metamorph til your mind is as gorgeous/
Ring a note from that Miles Davis notebook
Line
Soldier out notebook no stop notification's broken network
Errors I am suspicious there's saturat' doses fixed by tolls's
Broken networks on my mind
Breathe in
When they get smaller
Breathe out
Begin
So
I was trying to find to do this in an artistic way
I was thinking like, an extra notebook
Take its
and reassembled
It in new layers
I exported, imported it to my MP3 player
I listened as I scribbled on the 1-4 bus
In my notebook I wrote this
Fun chorus it goes
Electronic terror
Removes technology
Creeping inside
Creeping inside
Without defenses
We couldn't fight
We tried to flee
No escape in sight
Creep inside
And there's no earth beneath my feet.
There are no trees or fields in front of me
Only slabs of concrete.
Skyscrapers reaching up to the clouds,
Don't
With a notebook in my hand
You're a field of green and gold
You are everything that grows
I feel like the wind
Through you and over all of them
If you
Sneaky mula, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Riding around the city bound like a notebook, going 100, I might do that Paul Walker no look
Shoot my shot, girl
All I see is imitation
And there's no earth beneath my feet
There are no trees or fields in front of me
Only slabs of concrete
Skyscrapers
gave rise to electronics
cnd as our knowledge of the finer fields of creation is increasing
It is enabling us to be more powerful in life
Underneath
(Yeah)
I be messin' with my own thoughts
I'm just goin' down the field, and see if I can score
I will never settle for a yield
I be messin' with my
the rain
Never wouldve thought a nigga would be insane with this notebook
I knew it way before I spit my first hook you play wit me you get yo life took
shock and awe
60 degrees on the weekend
Notebook see the shine of light
I think I'm running to the deep end
Gon catch me if i really fall
Fall of Babylon
cave, you feel safe
You decorate it with velvet drapes
Outside you see the dark woods
But you don't know there's fields of gold ahead
Hold on, don't let
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