Lyrics:
Strawberry fields, Cranberry wheels
Raspberry heels blueberry chills
Strawberry fields, Cranberry wheels
Raspberry heels blueberry chills
Strawberry
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
So
the victory is won.
No colour or religion
ever stopped the bullet from a gun.
Out in the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're
Bone man
Ragged ragged Bone man, ragged ragged Bone man
Oh the Field is full of Flowers. You'll know where to look
And you'll pick them if you're able
cup styrofoam got me lazy
Why these hoes still think I care
I lost my heart in that field
Almost lost my dawg in the field
On that court I be ballin
R.i.p the goons shit I'm die a real nigga
Watching how I move I'm in the field where they kill niggas
R.i.p the goons
Know I'm die a real nigga
Swear
back off
I'll beat your motherfuckin ass boy
I'll do you like they did Rodney
Y'all can hang me now, not even death can stop me
House nigga, Field Nigga
strong
Like flowers in the field
Like flowers in the field
Be kind to me my love
Im blind for you
Like flowers in the field
Ooh soon I'll be gone
Like
gotta chill
No love on the field, so fuck how they feel
Im cuttin no slack, Im giving no deals
Im statin all facts, Im keepin it real
They all on my back,
I'm just tryna tell you something real
I'm just tryna get you out the field
Im just tryna tell you something real
I' I' I'm just tryna tell you
May it be a
May it be a
May it be a wish
To never be fulfilled
Let it be a dream
Of you and him
Meeting in а field
There may be a star
Falling from
At the end of the night
We make love to the sun
Merging with the stars
Falling through the universe
In the fields of tomorrow
In the fields of today
May it be a
May it be a
May it be a wish
To never be fulfilled
Let it be a dream
Of you and him
Meeting in а field
There may be a star
Falling from
My nigga nigga riding he don’t know he on the field
You nigga pussy you don’t really wanna know
I keep on thuging you don’t really wanna know
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in my cradle
In those old cotton fields back home
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama
the farmer turns his land
And you plant your fields when the spring is tender
When the summer beats down, you pray for rain
You hope for the harvest
Brush up on my field work
Better brush up on my field work
Gonna get my fingers dirty
Better brush up on my field work
One thing I need
Is
a terrible sight
Stroll the garden of Earthly delight
Maybe we can make it right someday
I'll see you high above the fields of Mars
High above the fields
Field of diamonds in the sky, worlds are whirling right on by.
Are you wondering who am I? Fields of diamonds in the sky.
Am I just a star in some
Oh Lord
Don't set my fields on fire
Oh God
Don't kindle your wrath against me, against me
I know you feast
I know you feast on fire
I got a wife
I
and smudged reality
Everything has two faces
One is earthly without true form
The other blackened and blackening
And mother is in the fields
Father is in
to state on 'em
Every blade of that sacred ground's got a thousand stories
Fields of glory
Fields of glory
Shooting cans off a tree stump
Cold beer
Singin' a dust bowl song
And the crops won't grow,
And the dust just blows
When the green fields are gone.
When the green grass growing fields are gone.
City, yeah, yeah
DJ EscoMoeCity
DJ Esco, OG Esco, Future
'Bout to walk through
I was standin' in the field, had to get a hot mil'
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