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house way down the road It's still right there but it's not like what it was The golden fields of Haralds, that's where I grew up I'm reminiscing Late
like they in the field hit they ass with the stick like we playing golf Really in the field like the NFL and we scoring back to back they ain't getting
expectations Let them say what they wanna say All that matters is we're in this together Open fields Roads not yet built Open fields Roads not yet built All
explain this peace I feel I'm running free in the fields with You And I come alive and I start to fly Your peace surpasses all understanding I am safe
fields To show me how babe, to plant the seeds Then he took me out with him out in the cotton fields That’s the way my father he taught me the blues Well
The rain falls from heaven’s face, dight for the night. Across the fields, the unlit church. Love must wax cold. On distant hills their torch-lines
the city The world has changed And I don't understand So take my hand Out into the country With open fires And fields of candle light I need to dance with
chasing the shorties Shorties was chasing on me You wouldn’t get it I feel We was outworking the field You was just playing the field Now we just owning
the weather... So I’m leaving town no one’s with me I’m going dancing in fields of gold Cause either way you’ll forget me Cause now you’ve got the life that
Should be happening today Them sheeks will clap then I play No catappilar sacks off the pillow No catching feels you can play the field Just make sure
stretchers. In the field like im Fletcher. Crown me im living like a king out in Mexico Tell her baby we can have it messy like el clasico She drown me im
open sleigh. Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh. Through the fields we go laughing all the way. Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits
Fireworks on the 4th of July Up all nite and no one gave a darn Yeah I was raised in the city But country's in my blood Like cattle in the field Or hogs in
Like a sunrise in a night sky Like a red rose in a field of gold You know I will always be your hero But sometimes you got to be your own Sometimes you
And the sun burned red Eighteen hundred and froze to death The year without a summer Withered winds and bitter sleet / Cropped fields wilt defeated Livestock
planning And I don't understand How everything goes back To the plan of us Running through Germany fields While backpacking all through the years So While
was in the field with them killers, yeah we keep poles Im never lacking shorty My killers itch to catch bodies and they be clapping for me Clap It for
a Nigga he a perp Step in the field I had to make it work SO I MADE IT WORK Bitch dont come on my turf I'll hit yo ass where it hurts From the North Side
got my back, in the field he ain't run Tag team title what we holding, bitch we won City on our back, man this shit weigh a ton Call me lil Steve, but
too much of it now Learn I gotta move slow Nigga stay out the field And never show no emotions cus that shit get you killed To be honest for real Shit
Yeah, bitch you know I'm back trippin In a minute innat field, bitch you know I'm back spinning Second time inna A, bitch you know I'm at Lenox Never
working too hard I grab a sponge and rub it against your back You were smuggling a painting by some cold genius Who died in a field of snow before I met
my dawg heart heavy can hardly sleep Up heat this a different field no need to lace the cleats I'll hit yo block and show how gun power stink Believe
Why Dese niggas Acting like they really been thru sum shit Like they really done seen a body did a drill Or been in da field We know the truth Stop
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