I'm looking for salvation A place where I can find peace, I don't know it's ever done to you. So many complications, everyday is something. I'm so confused
Gary Barnham, Curtis & Laurel Lamb, Matt Chambers, Larissa Meltzer, Eric Mast, Calvin Johnston, Luke Fishbeck, Jon Lankish, Rich Jenson, Maryella Lewis, Sarah Shapiro, Kyle Fields
(*talking*) Young Chris, worldwide What we doing Ro [Hook: Z-Ro] Balling, when you see us in them streets We'll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking
records now I need to talk to Jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with the semi Who's calling me it's Chris he's on the other line with Diddy
don't hear your mans laughing it up no more Running his mouth, or backing it up no more Leaving battle fields scattering shields Shatter bodies in tattered
(Gram Parsons/Chris Ethridge) She ... She came from the land of the cotton A land that was nearly forgotten By everyone And she ... She worked and she
people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris
off Ah and my tribeca loft with my high brow art And my high yellow broad Ah and my dark skin sis and my best white mate Say what's up to to chris, Ah
for all my homies Separating the true breeds My friends and my family Had the vision when the bounds now it's blowing up Props to the Field Dog With
(feat. Chris Brown & The Game) Lace the nations don't have it A hatred addict I need faces mad with frowns When I'm around Or I'm wasting the fabric
somethin' Chris Rock said Don't send no more candles Whatever you do Then Willie stopped singin' And the prairie wind blew The grain kept rollin' on For miles and miles The fields
(Alan White/Tony Kaye/Trevor Rabin/Jon Anderson/Chris Squire) We hit the blue fields In the blue sedan we didn't get much further Just as the sun was
backs It was so dark I just don't know what I kissed and I couldn't even see what i missed You walked me across freedom fields, my shadow was a forcefield
workers My niggas, we get hurt Your niggas is unheard of My niggas murder Your niggas get murdered My niggas win niggas Your niggas get drenched My niggas play the field
wont mix my records now I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line
's all Uh, in my TriBeCa loft With my high brown ah and my high yellow broad Uh and my dark skinned sis In my best white mink, say what's up to Chris
put it down yes Now chris rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields
