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probably there all along
My fleeting eyes have missed them all

You let me run upon the fields where the flanks of greenery grow
Along with the others for

wearing me out
I'm thin like silk paper
I'm fragile as ice

And harvest if you will
But these fields were never golden
And when you step upon my frozen

fighting stance
Every stage is a battle field and
Trust me dawg your life at stake
That come with a price to pay
Here's one credit right away
(Yah)
The only

I needed to clear my mind so I drive out
Took the car out of town to the open fields
I needed to get away from the rat race
City life ain't doin' it

And he steady out flexin while he fallin down broke
And I never pop pills and I never take coke
But my niggas in the field always flippin yayo
They locked

Outstanding in my field like a scarecrow
I could lose it all...

That last four just said it all
Looking up so high that my head could fall
I'd rather chance it

shown
So glad to leave the poppy fields that they have sown
So glad to leave them all In peace on there freaking own
Kandahar I'm going home

I can't get

You over there quiet 

You get no attention 
Sending trackers 
Barely got time 

Blue Falcons ain't shit 
Stuck in the field 
Shitting MREs 
Best

I see the field of fading flowers
I see the people hanging heads
They're beaten down, abandoned martyrs
And everyone wants to feel like someone cares

And in the end I
Stand here poised to cry
She spins over and by
I catch in fields of rye

Please make up your mind
I still can't decide
What good is

time 

I stay gone in the field 
That bitch really ain't shit 
I'll fall back 
He got it full time 

This nigga is crazy 
He claim that's his old lady 

im gettin back up like im neva losing a round
Real Deal man this shit the real deal
Real Deal for my niggas in the field
Real Deal when you know u

it
It get real in the field u just rap about it
It get real in the field but u never seen
Niggas cam newton scramble when them llamas ring
Pills weed

Mothafucka's yelling out Of the bitch like arrrggh
Is How I feel in the field I digress It's a mess matter fact let me Put that on pause.

People dont feel real

This money I'm fiending 
I'm playing the field 
Like my name Willy Beamon 

And this my way
I got no other route 
Can't fathom failure 
That's a form

to the fields of the seeds I've sown
I gotta tend to the fields of the seeds I've sown yeah

I can't help but feel a sense of despair
How'd it get this far

play
Yeah she say my shit bang
When my shit drop they play that shit in like 10 states 
Bitches wanna fuck me
Niggas they can't touch me
Ballin the field

the sky
The fields are in bloom
But my favorite blossom
Is you

Now, the marigolds are wilting
As cold make its way
Across the great fields
Turning

In the dark
There's silences we all can feel
Like howls through eternity
Cries we all ignore
Call "Where's the predator?"
Hiding on wasted fields

Put a dagger right through
We came from the field n****s
Now glorify being in the field n****
That's a real n****
Funny how we older now wanna' get paid

I see you running through the fields at night
I know how you think you tryna' take my life
Girl we bouta' sink I'm holding on tight
You know I

Hundred percent from the field I never miss on a verse 
I'm not complaining but it really is a gift and a curse 
I know it's not a race but ima get

I’ve been staring at the sky
And basking in the breeze
As it makes its lazy way
Across the fields and through the trees
And none of it has anything

to find some self care when borderlined on welfare
If I’m in a shadow ima find the sun elsewhere
I smell of field flowers
Every petal different
I always