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The legacy of our land
Let it be that we build here
Reap what we sow in this field here
Cheers ass we spill beers
We want nothin' but wins
The hustle's within

of dark angels always humming
There's a storm that's yours, it's coming
In the field of desolate dreams I've had
I buried my last love's heart of glass

I

just like yo grandma baked beans
Yo grandma Regine
Or actually Kim Fields
I’m colder than what you thought, I’m actually windchill
Actually been real,

this, Triage enrollment will be a glass fit
Pray to God this is your last trip
My voice alone…put women in a trance make her dance
Just to Jiggle pon di

long

When I walk up in the club, tell waitress put the glass down
Out the bottle if it's Jack now
Got a couple models tryna get up in the background

of an open field 
And into a thicket of open arms and upturned spoons 
Like a tight forest is dark before dusk 
Like a meal in a covered plate
I wait 
For

if you got pills
And you like poppin perks
All my youngens in da field
All they do is hide n lurk
Smylez is wild and berserk
And my new bitch
All she

curves are made of spines and fields full of mines
There's so much light inside her darkness it makes me blind
Yeah sometimes, I'm not lying, she may be

When it's MY field
I'm skinning dog-ass niggas
I'm Cruella Deville
He can get it when he want it
'Cause he's paying my bills
So bag back, now move along

Hi
Its the kush ranger
Smoke medicine in glass containers
Harry potter, spell caster
Phone alert, smell danger
Can't dealing w strangers 
Got friends

On and on and on

On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on

I won't pass out from the 
Dehydration
I won't pass out from the
Dehydration

You know I stay hydrated 
Every chance I get 
A glass of water a day

here
Its Greatness in my blood
Only obstacle is fear
I Hurdled over the competition like track and field
Weathered the elements
It's Safe to say I'm

live

The field is where I was raised at
So forever Im gon praise that
Bitch ass niggas trying to replace facts
Cause Chi-Town got a place sturdy

Look thru the glass she take glance 
Put up a price I know I'm the man  
Ate all these rappers so how could I hate them
I gotta ball Jason Tatum

away, through the looking glass

Did it ever make you feel less empty
All that dark matter like black canvas
Seating an audience trillions strong
With

Fields of marijuana 
Touchdown bookin night flights
Cookin wok the rice right
Teriyaki spilling
C300 I gotta glass top the ceilings
Pull up on ya girl

need 10 friends on the cam
I need 10 mil on the gram
I need 10 fields in a van
On the highway going ham
What you think they are catching me
On the knee

friends

So we raise a glass to those who have passed
And we smile a whispered amen
Never shed a tear
For they are all still here
In our hearts those absent

take a sip of your drink, cool and refreshing
The nearby lavender field gives off a lovely fragrance
The smell takes you back to a time when there was no

smoke
And fog
And memory
Sleeping inside broken glass
Drinking from a broken cup
Dancing in a broken field
With broken shoes
And broken melodies
The song

fast 
Laid the ball up and I don't need the glass 
Cheefing the blunt and my bro saying pass 
laser on you like we playing some tag 
Can't listen to you

He worked the fields he bent the steel setting his wheels toward a forward place 
He fought the fight then saw the light reflecting upon a child's

Why not
Why not
Are we bothering you
So why must we stop
We don't wanna change our ways
Society holds us in a pressured field
Leave us alone and let

in my class
The debate team captain 
And I was the chaplain
And I ran Track and
Field, set a couple motherfucking state records in the javelin.
I got