Lyrics:
the field
Feet in the dirt
Heart poking outta my shirt
Nat Turner or burner
I aim at a purp
We killing noise
Sickem boy
Illinois
Ye off the meds
You sound
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she
Fields!
Daisy Fields!
Daisy Fields!
Daisy Fields!
Ooooh
Daisy Fields!
Daisy Fields!
Daisy Fields!
Daisy Fields!
Ooooh
Daisy Fields!
Daisy Fields!
Daisy
Yeah, yeah
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Ooh, ey, ah, ah-uh, uh-uh)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
All my dawgs in the fields in dimensions
All my dawgs in the fields
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So
you insane
Seeing fields of red
On your deathbed
Stuck in your head
Among the dead
Seeing fields of red
On your deathbed
Stuck in your head
Among
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
when we walk in fields of gold
So she
Hey there little shepherd boy
Your field's gone barren
Hey there little shepherd boy
Why ya still starin
Hey there little shepherd boy
Your field's
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama
I'm in the field no yield and I'm on go
I'm in the field ridin' with my pole
I'm in the field I don't trust a soul
RIP to Shawty Lo, Bankroll
Make me
ICC be scoring up
You can't sink the ship do it does
We be moving down the field move, moving down the field hoo!
Moving down the field move, moving
Now is the time
The fields are white
Lift up your eyes
Come see the sight
So good to know
It's worth the fight
The fields are white
Though many years
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in Louisiana
Just about a mile
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
Laisse moi t'emmener
Car je vais à Strawberry Fields
Rien n'est réel et pas de quoi s'énerver
Strawberry Fields pour toujours
Vivre est facile avec
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she
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