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from the strangers in the field
I got my angels with me
Gotta watch out for bro
Cuz he be aiming quickly
I heard diamonds come from pressure
So I'm

dyin gettin killed
I can't explain how it feel
But we up in tha field
Yeah we up in det field
These niggas they know how im coming
Yeah me and gman we go

my roots dawg, with all these black thoughts I have
I feel a relapse
Niggas still in the field
Tryna find that comma in a haystack
I need me a Jill

forward
On one chord
I'm only trying to live don't make me destroy
I'm out here trying to navigate the field to help my team score
You stuck between the red

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

empty
Seen you with a new guy that I really envy
Need my heart healed Please don’t hate me
Know I be in the field and it drives you crazy
Big bands on me,

like ring me later
Man in a post like he in a letter
In the field like Diego Costa
Swift on man I’m a deadly ninja
Serious serious stuff I’m late
Mans

fled out, into the fields
When freedom was mine
I got dark
And you said goodbye
I was lost again
I got dark
And you said goodbye
I was lost again
In all

I'm not sure you can play that when there are other people in the field
You might also disturb the livestock on the hill
To be fair it does sound

swear to god I just relax
We was in the field
Steady toting on them straps
Im so sorry
They tried to charge me
Yeah that bitch she scarred me
I thought

watch yo back
You might not even be in the field, but you still (field) feel dis track
And we smoking on that Babylon pack nigga
Lack is a mindset you

the fields of green
Cause I'm lost down in the valley
And pain is all I see
To be well with my soul
To have everything I need
In the loving arms of Jesus
In

I’m on the move lame nigga can’t time my wait
I was deep in that field get it in with no helmet or cleats
Snotty nose we was running the streets we was

a field and I know I'm bleeding out
Catch me if you can, I just wanna make it home
Do it all myself, 'cus I know that I'm alone
Keep it to myself, I'm too

I'm rich nigga
Do what I want
Spin in a big body
Feel like I'm trump
Trynna run up
Nigga you out of luck
I'm in the field
Throwing bullets
Like I'm

quarter ball in the field
We want it all nigga we ain't punting shit
I got my homie name Wayne in the cut
And he trnna fuck a bitch named Luaren
I can never

Igloo Doghouse
Living in a hole
Patient field mouse
Hunched up in the snow
Killaloe outhouse
Walking through the storm

Igloo Doghouse

A place

in the forest

Put on your cleats hop in da field slide with the torrest
Sprinter bus for the road junkies probably think I'm touring

Gone make ah m

the fields, I do 6-5, on the way down to Hidden Hills (Let's go)
Fireflies, demons in disguise
Bring me paradise, make it all alright
She thought she was gone

got blood on my kicks
Give me the drop fuck it but then she gotta go tho
Fuck it then it's back to the field
Playing monsters and Goblins where it's

a way for y'all to fly here I'm Harry S Truman
Presence stay looming
Can tell from the way they gush about a nigga bars
They could never out field me

will think of the battle fields, we cross
We cross
Struggle struggle
Their pushing their pulling
All along the one the way
People falling or moving
It's

this land,
The words to a travelers desire
You've entered the land of the labyrinth
The field of winding trees
The twists and turns take a man

Underneath glistening summer skies
Permeated by tender sun-kissed clouds
We wander through these endless fields
Covered in vibrant rays of
Light