Lyrics:
Im trapping it feel like it's tennis
She wanna jerk on my shit inna summer but not while I'm counting this lettuce
Might as well keep me a stick in
Bougie, still can make a call to end niggas' life's
They seein' the light
I'm gettin' in the field, any fight
All these niggas ever fuckin' do is bark
no
Know that got em pissed
At the races bettin
Golden saucer sittin on my wrist
Chicken heads
After all my Gil
I be in the field
They gon plot in fear
Cuz
How things change, I was on fields with cane
Now I route uni just to get paid
Similar story, different cage
I feel myself slipping, now that I'm
out
The Chain through rolling fields of green
Laughing about the night before
Lain on the frigid basement floor
It's too hot but I would die for more
Verse 1:
Out here where the corn grows tall,
And the big blue sky blankets it all,
I found my heart, in the summer sun,
With a gentle breeze, when
to press rewind, tell her run that shit back
Niggas amateurs smoking on thrax
Where the traps at, these niggas be rats
I'm fields wit a baseball bat better
They stand by, my standards won't ever care again
You were at that show last week
I said where again
I just really don't remember, it ain't arrogance
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..
[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that
Well how do you do private William Mcbride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
leave my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind yer couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains dried
your couch
It's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bars
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you on the back
Expressing my intentions right before summer ends
Real brothas in the game aint gotta pretend
Prince Debbie in the Castle take a seat its time for class
burning in the snow
Summer breeze in her hair
Wishing you were there
Watching feelings flare
Yeah it's got me in the state of mind
Watching time fly by
Through the wood and over the stream
Down by the falls on new moon's eve
There's a field marred by flame
cnd none who venture there return the same
Well how do you do, young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun
I've been
This Era is Over
Took me few months to find closure
It's taking a while to be new again
Fruit bearing summers, no grocers
The point of the summer, no
A Precious jewel in all the fields
Take His Word and bring your shields
Holy, Holiness
Not by might, no not by power
Holy, Holiness
From the One, the Holy One
by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
The wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways come
In the middle of summer nineteen fourteen
The young men of europe all in their prime
Ahead lay the horrors of a world insane
It haunts me now
seen
This flick left me wondering
'What can become of kings and young kids?'
Summer dream deferred, incident occurred, freedom blurred
A freedom
I grab the tow truck keys
And by the time the week was through, well I got fired from Pete's
'Cause I was chasin' you through fields and we were
the field where the crick turns back
By the old stump road
I'm gonna take you to a special place
That nobody knows
Baby get ready, ooh-ooh
You and me goin'
singin' and the lightnin'
Bugs are floatin' onthe breeze
Baby, get ready
Across the field where the creek turns
Back by the old stumprow
I'm gonna take you
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