Paroles:
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

ski-mask, find the stash and dump Why niggaz run I'm the last one standin the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views

got a beat I don't gotta speak Cop a seat start to think psychically make the speakers peak deliriously Off their high horse make an ass of their views

Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous Pierre With diamonds on my fingers and not a single care Instead I'm on the Avenue where nobody goes With fields

cause you on the field buntin Make it to third bass, but never reach home The word is, your whereabouts is unknown While we're that point of view, that

Mama plays a queen on the hill built on a dream While the children play in the field Papa smokes the pipe of a sweet and better life But how strong is

jumpin' to conclusions And it's plain to see You got your mind in the gutter Don't blame me So you say I'm foolin' 'round Playin' the field Baby

through the fields with you through the fields with you through the fields the fields of joy let's wander slowly through the fields slowly slowly through the fields

gums Cause from time to time, from time to time my head still feels numb On the way, I passed the room where we sat With the window view behind you