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In the field with that tool man I ain't got shit to lose Out here trapping like a fool man I ain't got shit to lose I been grinding with my crew man
sister, we'd hide out in the tall corn fields Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill Tonight down here in Linden Town I watch the cars rushing by
on as we talked Through Hilly Fields we slowly walked Our hearts and minds became entwined In perfect harmony We felt so high we touched the sky In summer
bills (nah) This life is real, you don't know 'bout the field (real) My man got life, I told him chill and just try to appeal (appeal it) They think
like Aqua I'm not talking about water Said she got it all from her mother Now I'm tearing down the daughter And now she wanna call me daddy Taking care
(Yeah) You're like waking in the morning by a mountain stream You're like watching that eagle floating on the breeze And as I listen to you
sister, we'd hide out in the tall corn fields Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill Tonight down here in Linden Town I watch the cars rushing by
You came down to this southern town last summer To show the folks a brand new way of life But all you've shown the folks around here is trouble
within Surrounded by all the flowers Taking in the greens On this summer's day I really needed the breeze Sounds of the city movement Blurred by
heartless, never hit they target The summers long and winters harsh 'cause we got red snow Red snow, red snow The summers long and winters harsh 'cause we
I said I'm still ain't giving up (Never) I'm still ain't missing meals, still stacking I ain't rich enough yet My niggas, in the field they ain't
Farm fresh fields bloom sun on your tan neck Water sips dripping wet catch your blue eye It's blueberry season heat heat of the dog days You've got
Summer days, summer nights Running through your playing field, red lights One hand on the wheel, one hand on my phone Waiting for your calls Did you
Rivers made of cherry pie Don't trust that orange all he does is lie And don't mind the fire in the sky Wasn't set by me Summer breeze in my hair I
Kick back, roll a blunt, let's ride Swishers with a Sweetie in my drop-top ride I be cruisin' down the coast, watchin' summer tides rise Need a bitch
fights Psych, it's been a while since then But summer nights still smile Said it was Pepperdock burgers And wiffleball at the field Jumping off Anchor
(Ya) Later night dinners at Barbill Drinking henny in a corn field One time for the people in the 'ville Hot girl summer but I'm still getting chills
Bhore bhore mahua chuvan lage rama (Early in the morning, everyone begins their day by picking up Mahua) Bhore bhore mahua chuvan lage rama (Early
your couch And it's knowin' I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons And the ink stains that have dried upon some line That keeps you in the back
Seems like we shared That road to our destiny In that perfect moment When burnin’ hearts collided She said she’d stay Right after a dazzling summer
Take a drive and you'll see Faded stop signs, no lines, no pavement Every house you pass by Surrounded by fields, no shade, let the sun come down Take it
your couch And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in
your couch And it's knowin' I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that have dried upon some line That keeps you in the back
your couch And it's knowing I'm not shacked By forgotten words and boons And the ink stains That have dried upon some line That keeps you in the back
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