Lyrics:
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
So
Strawberry fields, Cranberry wheels
Raspberry heels blueberry chills
Strawberry fields, Cranberry wheels
Raspberry heels blueberry chills
Strawberry
Shh-Shhhh blrrr
BSULV know we glimin'
Know we- Know we go
In the field like the war
In the field like the war
Don't play with that boy
In the field
the victory is won.
No colour or religion
ever stopped the bullet from a gun.
Out in the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're
Bone man
Ragged ragged Bone man, ragged ragged Bone man
Oh the Field is full of Flowers. You'll know where to look
And you'll pick them if you're able
back off
I'll beat your motherfuckin ass boy
I'll do you like they did Rodney
Y'all can hang me now, not even death can stop me
House nigga, Field Nigga
cup styrofoam got me lazy
Why these hoes still think I care
I lost my heart in that field
Almost lost my dawg in the field
On that court I be ballin
strong
Like flowers in the field
Like flowers in the field
Be kind to me my love
Im blind for you
Like flowers in the field
Ooh soon I'll be gone
Like
gotta chill
No love on the field, so fuck how they feel
Im cuttin no slack, Im giving no deals
Im statin all facts, Im keepin it real
They all on my back,
R.i.p the goons shit I'm die a real nigga
Watching how I move I'm in the field where they kill niggas
R.i.p the goons
Know I'm die a real nigga
Swear
I'm just tryna tell you something real
I'm just tryna get you out the field
Im just tryna tell you something real
I' I' I'm just tryna tell you
will to win we in the field again
What we do what we do
(Uh) Dodiligence
When we do what we do
Careful persistent wit
What we do what we do
Continuous
ain't takin' no names Nah, I ain't takin' no names
Care, how you feel, I am the real
Playin' the playin', the playin' the field
Care how you feel I am
My nigga nigga riding he don’t know he on the field
You nigga pussy you don’t really wanna know
I keep on thuging you don’t really wanna know
May it be a
May it be a
May it be a wish
To never be fulfilled
Let it be a dream
Of you and him
Meeting in а field
There may be a star
Falling from
May it be a
May it be a
May it be a wish
To never be fulfilled
Let it be a dream
Of you and him
Meeting in а field
There may be a star
Falling from
At the end of the night
We make love to the sun
Merging with the stars
Falling through the universe
In the fields of tomorrow
In the fields of today
the farmer turns his land
And you plant your fields when the spring is tender
When the summer beats down, you pray for rain
You hope for the harvest
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in my cradle
In those old cotton fields back home
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama
Brush up on my field work
Better brush up on my field work
Gonna get my fingers dirty
Better brush up on my field work
One thing I need
Is
a terrible sight
Stroll the garden of Earthly delight
Maybe we can make it right someday
I'll see you high above the fields of Mars
High above the fields
Field of diamonds in the sky, worlds are whirling right on by.
Are you wondering who am I? Fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some
Oh Lord
Don't set my fields on fire
Oh God
Don't kindle your wrath against me, against me
I know you feast
I know you feast on fire
I got a wife
I
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