Teksty:
Field Of View

I hear a crimson word inside, I am free Out in the fields, the sky is burning I feel the joy returning, out in the fields Listen to the winds of heaven

, oh, yeah The only ground I ever owned was sticking to my shoes Now I look at my front porch and this panoramic view I can sit and watch the fields

Just some bird that flew away And flies still It was a late-in-the-summer day The breeze had blown the clouds away The fluttering ones were covering the fields

[Pusha T] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn

the summer off My money did a somersault Back flips, cartwheels, Carolina Tarheel Ain't no nigga touching my style it got a force field Magneto, blew up like a torpedo The view

first to say it's not that easy, I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening, Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even [

peoples that be knowin' the time Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter 'Fore we spark, check it out I walk through this field

ain't real with it If you down then we'll feel it But that's all them lils said But licks told we can pick up the looks to the field yo We can party

Welcome to 'All Sports, All Day' Today on the programme, trade talks Continue in New York City But it doesn't disturb his productivity on the field Now