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Sahaja fields
You've come again
To melt the icy snow
A few feet down
The sunlight fails
To show what's down below

Sahaja fields
You've come again

them niggas chill
My youngins in the field
Smoking on a field
Her head game is ill
Lil nasty bitch she eww
Get a lil top
Then head up the block
I call up

the pressure cuz
You worked like field hand
But scholarships
Don’t cover that meal plan
Like when Momma made
Just enough where I had
To take lunch but I couldn’t

Chasing you through fields
Through the mountains and rain
If you knew how I feel
Would you see me again
What if I get tired and I'm
Just a few steps

down
I been here a while and there's no way out
I'm a lion, I'm really one of one
Ten toes down, you lyin' I never saw you 'round
I was in the field, I

in highlighter fields
Just more whimsy to be revealed
There is no sign of death in this bright place
Extra lives keep it away - they save face
No room

You'll never live this life again
So I'm running wild
In a field of flowers, daisies
Violets, dandelions
Scattered in the lion's den
Got me feelin'

You'll never live this life again
So I'm running wild
In a field of flowers, daisies
Violets, dandelions
Scattered in the lion's den
Got me feelin'

the fraudulent
Niggas they was playing in the field they was tryna make some bands
And they shouldn’t have got caught up
Niggas they should move realer smarter

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I can see you walk away
But I know you've been gone for days
In this field of husks the Spider's king
He's feeding on our

When it's said and Done 
Victory I get Glory 
Broken the battle field 
Blood and tears 
And tons of fear 
It's like holiday 
Anxiety's field day 
Left me

down like a field of corn in a summer drought
My heart's been parched of everything inside
Like a rattlesnake sunbaked buzzard on a hotplate
No fan too

in a field
Brainwash - suppression - lost humanity
Eat now - breath now - at their command
We need - you need - (the) speed metal hand

Blood
will run!

chauffeur

I was just building my image, yeah
I was the kid with some hope
Playing the field like a scrimmage 
Yeah, I used to sleep on the floor
Hit 95, I

hollowtips when we movin thru the field ahhh
Pour a drink for the kid, we dont blink in this bitch
Feelin royal, crown me, im the king of the hill
Nah the king

Gang
Wah
Ganja Gang Bitch
Mhmm
Wah
I was
Up in them trenches
Yeah I was up
In the field
Where niggas
Be hella fake
But always keeping it real
You get

on to a player go so hard in the paint

Reppin' New York in pinstripes
Class of a master
On the field at shortstop 
Not much will get past him
That's not

the fowl, ow
It's some crazy times, blood soaking up the earth
Lions at the mall, while other Lions prey and lurk
There's few prey here on the fields, so

Prescribe a little medication
Take two of these at Passover
And slide into a coma

Your great field of visionary Booberry
It doesn't mean a single thing to me

the fields, in the night
all the dark horses ride
no more reining in
now my aim is in sight
to the wild and the light

out of harm's way, where the traps all

All you false prophets, shut your mouths
So many things are being told to my field now
All you false prophets, shut your mouths
So hard for me

no way my bars longer than a mothafuckin
Hall way your bars shorter than a bus on field day i skip yo verse like
A nigga skip leg day you copped a plea

can only grow from rainstorms
And bring life

The ravens scatter and the willows sway
The ground begins to tremble
White lace falling as the fields give

stand out like a rose in a field in a field full of grass 
You really are in your own class
You turn heads every time that they see you walk past 
You