Lyrics:
with Halliburton Oil and Gas
He gave me a paper which he asked me to sign
What is it? I asked him, he said, “Nevermind,”
Said if I just put my name down
an all seeing eye
CIA and Google maps they're both tied together in a partnership
Lets be real Google is a CIA asset is anyone even surprised by that
I
a snorter (woo)
Cost on my ears, a quarter (ears)
Fuck how you feel, abort her (fuck it)
I'm on the field, Portis (field)
Empty the shell, tortoise (brr)
Field Mob, I'm Shawn J and him, that's Bulldog
I represent the south and that's the way I'm a keep it
If you got game then peep it, it's
If hidden sin inside my body Lord come and reveal it so we can deal with it lets get is
It's a process
Oil dripping oil dripping oil dripping
That's
out with an oil drum.
The cross-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neck ties...
But scarecrow, I'm still alive.
Who sewed me back together
anata ni wa modoranai
anata ni wa kaeranai
anata ni wa tayoranai
anata wa mou inai
tokidoki jibun ga wakaranaku naru
ataerareru dake ja kurushii
Had to go collect the bag
I'm grinding till a nigga in a mother fuckin Jag
She must play center field
The way she threw it back
She must play center
to an oak in a field of rye.
They flood the field with kerosene;
as the moths ate the flames their faces beamed.
The bald-eyed map of the afterlife is
gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta
L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I.a
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay
Look on your map, we right above Florida,
gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta
L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I.a
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay
Look on your map, we right above Florida,
facts (DIS STRAIGHT FACTS) N
Dats no cap (AINT NO CAP)
Big strap, (BIG FIE FIE) blow you off da map (OUTTA HERE)
Catch dat flight (AINT NO FEELINGS)
a field of cowpies. And settin' right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says "Vote for
shoulders
In the field, like I'm Ochocinco
Me and my niggas, stick to a C-note
Way I move, yea it look like a cheat code
All this gas, yea it smells like
an endless sky
Pick a map dot town
That's how it goes down
On any given Friday night
On Friday night
There's a fire in a field, a Jack and a Jill
puff pass
From this backseat
Ain't no windows cracked
Don't crash, baby!
BP oil spill
Don't let this gas leak!
Say you can't breath
But when we at peace
on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites
I'm on a summer drive to nowhere with an open road, a tank of gas
And a brand new unused lonely map that I won't open until I'm coming home
Along
we pitch white rocks and flee the strips when the white cop is coming, field niggas running through a field, house niggas running on the wheel, look
rose upon that sign
Put innocence in all our lives
We could see its neon light
From half a mile out
Gas was 50 cents a gallon
They'd put it in for
That wе were raised on
That's where we came from
It's a map dot town, it's them fields of gold
It's that first pump shotgun in
That hand you hold
It's
to turn it up, we like to get loud
These stompin' grounds
That we were raised on, it's where we came from
It's a map dot town, it's them fields of gold
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