Lyrics:
came I'm happy to be alive
Knowing that these memories are mine
Nothing they say can take away
My once upon a once upon a time
These wide open fields
As I sit here looking out my window
I see endless fields of grass, opportunities behind the glass
Looking farther, all I see is rolling hills
Never
sail
And so we dance
In a field of grass through the looking glass
In memories of moments that we'll never know
Lands we'll never go
The universe in our
hasn't changed
Yeah, yeah, yeah-hey
I would run through fields of fire,
I would crawl on broken glass,
Just to swin in your sea of devotion, just to have
Raise a glass for a nigga
Raise a glass for a nigga, if you like him o
Raise a glass for a nigga
Raise a glass for a nigga, if you want your own
Back in sc mixing gin with the hi-c
Stussy with the Ralph Lauren mixing brands like hype beast
Force fields on the kicks walking light without
treason, never falling out
Standing on broken glass!
Standing on broken glass!
Standing on broken glass!
Standing on broken
Sleep my angel, life has
and smudged reality
Everything has two faces
One is earthly without true form
The other blackened and blackening
And mother is in the fields
Father is in
to top, now I'm mad fly
Laser apparitions in the glass, and they all fine
I could spot a diamond anywhere, but she all mine
Standing in the field, yea baby
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS
to the next round
my glass ain’t half empty
my glass ain’t half full
as the waitress makes her rounds
day trip to the ice fields
snow stretches to the sky
I'm a king. I'm a Lord
I'm a king. I'm a Lord - dominion sport
There're no days off - check fires on board
Hot hot glass on the floor - TTFACOR -
the hook,
Where's the myth
Manning my stations
Taking control of the situation
Say hello to my force field
Beaten down on all fours
And they'll
Yuhh...
Yogi...
Back in the field i would trap
Came from the bottom we aint goin back
Use to chase treasure we run up the map
Catch a liq if you
about to drink a nice cold
Glass of something, 'Zoop!' the glass
Disappears, He'd come to someone about
To sit down after a hard day's work, 'Zoopl'
Perspective is not everything, it's more
The way you feel reflects your field
Your field is what creates you
Butterfly in a glass
From the inside
held dear our bagpipe kilt and beer
Culloden Field Seinn Seun Shield
So I'll charge my glass and cheer a proud seven hundred years
skies and rivers deep
Far as the eye can see
Farms, fields and a sweet country Breeze
It doesn't matter where you're from
Raise a glass to where we all
the barrel and brandy in the glass
But little Sir John, with his nut-brown bowl, proved the strongest man at last
They've let him lie for a long long time
zzt, zzt', up comes the
father with his magic wand, 'Zoop!' no saw.
Come to someone about to drink a nice cold
glass of something, 'Zoop!' the glass
of the best, ain't nothing less broken glass full effect... every piece to the puzzle sides all black, nappy roots, boots strapped, knapsack packed... Kingz
We're going on a leaf hunt
We're going on a leaf hunt
I've got my magnifying glass!
I've got my magnifying glass!
We'll find a red leaf!
We'll
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
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
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