Lyrics:
the fuck I'm from, we moke popo out
Shit is crazy real in the field
Watch nigga blood get spilled over five dollar bills, nigga
And major drug deals
a glass for all us
We make the world go round
I see the haters on the floor jocking my swag
I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags and pouring champagne inside
the fairest one in the land
Try on this glass slipper and give me your hand
There's a rock and a field and a collapsing sky
I'm precious as a snowman,
Keziah
Don't throw stones if you live in a glass house
I'll pull up in that foreign you know me I'll air it out
Then it's back to getting money you
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
Three windows, oval room
Glass doorknobs lit by the moon
About midnight I sat here alone
Heard the nighttime sigh a nocturnal moan
Can’t stay
as humans have their fields of days.
Our wealth comes chiefly on how we choose to last -
Cause there are no riches in the age of glass
In the age
look to you for what I do
And only then I see
That the glass house is just for me
And any time is never mine
Narrow the field aim in any
I was once out strolling,
One hot summer day.
When I thought I'd lay,
Myself down to rest.
In a big field,
Of tall grass,
I lay there in
I was once out strolling
One hot summer day
When I thought I'd lay
Myself down to rest
In a big field
Of tall grass
I lay there in the sun
We make the world go ?round
Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
We make the world go ?round
And tell the ballers pour a glass for all of us
We
Custom made suits and designer shoes
Takes two hours to go through my shoes
Ex slave, proud field nigga
Next Trayvon Martin, Emmitt Till nigga
My nappy
was once out strolling one very hot summer's day
When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest
In a big field of tall grass
I lay there in the sun
I was once out strolling,
One hot summer day.
When I thought I'd lay,
Myself down to rest.
In a big field,
Of tall grass,
I lay there in
the glass
Rainbows on the ground
Children are playing in the field of dreams
Chasing their joy with a smile
We need each other for a mirror of grace
Just
control this
We'll cut you down to size
And we won't let you breathe
From station to station
From rock against glass
My little pink monkey
Is it any
Bring the knife to you neck
I know the you at your core
Cut away all the rest
The first to fall in the field
The last hope of defense
Risk it all with
done.
Butterflies mounted on fields of black velvet
Neatly arranged in gleaming glass trays
One-eyed Etruscans play follow-the-leader
Forever around
wed go play ball
Down at the church that's down from city hall
Back street racing when the lights go down
Then head to the ball field and burn it all
uh huh
G4
uh huh
I ain't worried bout yo last
She ain't worried bout my past, bout my past
Gas by the bag
Champagne by the glass, by the glass
Celine
days)
Bitch I got plays on plays (plays)
Bitch I got J's on J's (J's)
Bitch I got glass for glass (glass)
Bitch I got cash on cash (cash)
Drop it
where the field at
Press your luck, run it up,
Take a loss, then we double up,
It ain't nothing to a boss, when the pressure up
I hear them talking down,
back home
Where the fields are green and the grass is warm
And I've got someone to love
Who am I to judge my life
When I'm in the fields again
An I'm
Dream shadows, in my sleep
Don't see you, don't see me
I'm trying to figure out what to be
Feeling like a fish alone in the sea
Dreaming of fields
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