Lyrics:
The boy still here
Mane
Bullets shatter glass and they break windshields
But your boy still here
Babe
All said and done
When the kids grow up
The boy still
Back to back
Glass attack
Prozac
Do the math
Add it up
I won't give it up
Back to back
Glass attack
Prozac
Do the math
Add it up
I won't give it up
year almost put my jersey in a glass case
Late night plans for the weekend
Almost had diving right the deep end
I ain't wanna stress, but these demons
Like the seeds that you sewed
In my fragile and hollow bones
You broke me, I'm shattered
The stain glass on a window
That you cannot repair
You did it
I told you about strawberry fields
You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows
Looking
I told you about strawberry fields
You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows
Looking
Sisters and brothers - all you others too.
Sinners and believers - yeah we are talking to you.
Working in the field - working on the city streets.
my arms transparent
Breaking
Like when I was younger
Both elbows torn
Asunder in fields of grass
(I passed by my time)
(Time passed)
(pewpew pew pew
kissing slidin'
Down in the dash
Couple rebel kids sippin' on love in a glass
Gettin' tipsy off of lips but I'm
Worried that the buzz won't last, yeah
Them
How does it feel
When you are off the field
Those eyes freezing you
Without even touching you
Belong only to the outside
But your friends are
She been cutting everyday got use to skipping class
He think your so hard bodies(but he's) made of glass
I know sum niggas that's been smart but they
the Patrón
Got your mom sis and granny all calling my phone
Making plays in the field hit them back at the tone
She begging me to pull up like her parents
my nigga on the tele, better come cop a pack
Throw the lob to Jit Flash my nigga breaking the glass
I'll slime a nigga out, I'm a snake in the grass
the bitch hit her knees, she kneel (bitch)
I make the stick hit when I'm in the field (stick)
I made your bitch lick it up like, "Ew" (uh)
Spend a hunnid
plastic sticks the glass on coasters
To keep couple shotties around me with the posters
Hoping that somebody would get froggy
Just clean up all them dirty
Behind a wall of glass
Telling me to take care of myself
And my friends
You sing to a field of trees
And roses singing those melodies
Simple
me?
What do you want to do?
Are we leaving the city?
On the black road
Through the gold fields
While the fields are plowed
Towards what we are
the story goes,
The glass is cut and none of those
Who've licked your boots
Will help you now.
Get up.
She's run over the fields of glory,
Sha lah
it with beer or straight up
This shit is money no pay cut
Smooth off the glass lay up
Terror Squad we way up way up, ay
D'usse and Ace
I love it
Sports Day Smile
I raise a glass to the boys on St Johns estate
Some in the arms of the soil
And some raising kids in the arms of the state
I know
We are names and we are faces
Not listed in the pages
You're searching line by line
The voices in the wire
The glass under your tires
face down with the ground below me, in a bright field/ listen close, it's no landslide, the blank mass and the ground-glass hum/ i have known love,
I told you about strawberry fields
You know the place where nothing is real
Well here's another place you can go
Where everything flows.
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night.
It was if someone had spread butter
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