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underground 
To the one who loves her 

And at night, the winds blow you away 
From our home, into the fields of white and grey 
And the light drains from

Je wordt gewisseld, jij mag niet meer in de field staan
Ah, money deh yah
Bitches liegen, zeggen dat ze op de pil gaan
Oh, ah, money deh yah
Mannen

shines on it
Like waves when the wind is blowing

Got no reason to be here
'Cause there's nothing to see here

But that old wheat field
Is where you

ook
Ik voel me net op flits
Jij was in de velden en vertelde alles wat je deed
Je weet je bent een snitch
In de field we moeten cake pakken, ja we

'cause you rap for deals
I'm a natural born hustler, I'll sell grass to fields
You say it just to say it, but these set backs are real
I don't gotta say

Once blithe with spring
The summer thaw now settled in
There must be towns lovelier by far than ours
Some corner of some foreign field
Lest their

day, 
Let's harvest all those seeds of love we laid
Across the sloping mountain's fields, we climbed, 
Where the blushing grapes hang heavy off

I had tried my best to find you
Through the fields and forest floor
I have waited in the silence
And knocks upon the door
I have stumbled through

It's a sin

Spend my time

Outside in
I spill my guts again
I cut my heart out in a piss stained field
While you scream don't shout
'Til I

cuts the thread
When lies come falling down

There I was unsure out of time
Pushed into a field of landmines
Walking barefoot and blind
I should have

Daddy was a badass, oil field white trash, never took nobody's lip
He was a honky tonk dancer and even beat cancer, 40 years smokin' just quit
He had

pulling me back down
you win
i can't
i can't do this again
if i ever get that bad, take me out to a field and shoot me
if i ever get that bad
take what you

in the field they been through that
U wanna kill me cause a nigga get yo boo back duke ima keep that nigga where the blues at
Bitch u want dick i want

in the fields the sky and rain
and imaginings unset
R
ub out the dark lines
and sleeping in the cites of regret
And if you could draw a picture of you

And heaven and heaven and nature sing

Joy to the world, the Savior reigns
Let men their songs employ
While fields and floods
Rocks, hills and plains
Repeat

the fields and through the dales 
taps on a window and slips through the opening no doubt danger lurks around the bend  From the ground buildings rush up

know when they play Mac Dre we'll be throwin' up the T's left field at the game

Thirty with the shot
Coke white vans gottem straight out the box
JF with

cut class in history
Violence is contextual
when fighting the nazis 
could never be peaceful
provocateurs have lit the fuse
to keep the battle field

stars
He's just your fantasy
And he is just like me

Hey girl, look at me
I want to give everything you need
Strawberry fields under the dope
I'll

Time after time I see you in my dreams
Your special sky, your endless fields
I see my home and mother's smile
I see the best times of my life

from the bottom of my heart
coming out of left field
was a young heart love and i really didn't see it
i will survive, i play with fire
the night is

crazy

A thousand silver pylons in a field


Then rising up beside them

A beautiful skyscraper

So giant pink and shiny

It don't looks real


Silver

need a dose of Instant Karma
To free the farmer from a field of sand 

From sun to moon
The sky is there
It never takes a bow
From night to noon

and start fights to get attention from you

I walk off into the corn field, every cut's a new relief
I might stop talking altogether if you stop talking