Lyrics:
Have you ever seen the fields of love?
Have you ever felt the seeds of love?
Fields of love
When the winter comes the sun is low upon the fields
The sky is cold and it throws down icy snow
The lakes are glass the rivers all a frozen mass
buggin cause your head is at
a place where reality doesn't seep in
Practice makes perfect then you might reap in
the benefits of this respectable field
hear them singing
The first Noel the Angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay, they keeping their
I want to see your face in every kind of light
In fields of dawn and forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let
When I'm in the field, I keep that whistle on me, Emmitt Till
PTSD from them gunshots, them bitches give me chills
Trap bangin', know I'm for real,
Winter in New England
Fields of frost aglow
And though it's been years
My heart still hears his laughter in the snow
Winter in New England
Redlights on highway
I love to drive at night
Me and my car we are one
On the engines
Catch on the screen
Redlights valleys and fields
Rain
I'm taking your presents away
All the way back
Driving south with them today
Never come back
And in the fields where we used to play
I'll build
you
And slowly destroy one's integrity
They might as well take you to the killing fields
And throw you away
You look back (to look back), you risk
We must play our lives like soldiers in the field
But life is short I'm running faster all the time
Strength and beauty destined to decay
So cut
and begs for more
But the fields are filled with nightmare prophecies
Shadows cast upon her fading hope to be
A virgin widow walks through lanes of memory
The first noel the angels did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay,
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold
bullshit and being cruel
So hold me up, I'm going out
And don't wait up, I won't be coming home
If you lay me down in concrete fields
Will I dream
I hear your voice
It sings so softly
Curious to join in
A harmony to breathe forevermore
Joyous the one to hear a voice
In fields where grass
blessings
Still gripping weapons
I know homies out there doing 211s, yeah (yeah)
Whoa
I been getting death threats
Still I'm out in the field (outside)
heaven)
The snow is fallin' but still I can see
(What you lookin' at?)
Fields of cotton smilin' at me
My window faces the South
And though I'm far
heaven)
The snow is fallin' but still I can see
(What you lookin' at?)
Fields of cotton smilin' at me
My window faces the South
And though I'm far
My window faces the South
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling, still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces
My window faces the South,
I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling, still I can see
Fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces
See that man in the field over yonder
With dirt on his hands and a loan on his back
He's the man that puts the food on your table
He's the man
and dung dust
Meate rose and hairs
Meaty meate rose and hairs
Meaty dream wet meate
Limp damp rows
Peeled and felt fields and belts
Impaled on in
Running along the mustangs, just follow the hills
Trailing the weight of my sins, I walk and I bleed
Barren fields ahead and behind, the law on my heels
don't cry I'm right by your side
Pop's gonna sing you a lullaby.
Way up high there's a cloud in the sky
Fluffy its fields with colors so bright
Flower
Discuss these field Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In