, I'd rather stay in the time when I saw a smile on your face. You're so pretty I could talk to you all night I could sit here, I could talk to you all
Traducción: Field Music. Você é tão bonita.
world order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it Know these beads is more than music
World Order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it Know these beads is more than music
name See the world so pretty, wealth and fame They can put you on the field But you won't get in the game How many suckers knew that before they came Now you
night, people ... you better throw it up, we're gonna blow it up We rock the night, and you can be ... and you can do it baby if you wanna, we rock the
and the things that go wrong So to the deaf, the blind, look around and listen To what it is you want and for what you're wishin' Alright hear this [
to the maximum Npg for now and forever Welcome to mendacity, sign your name See the world so pretty, wealth and fame They can put you on the field (yeah) But you
on in, you know some of this backstreet jelly roll} We're gonna stay out all night long And then we're gonna go out And roam across the field Baby you
you're young and you're not very tall You're really very busy and you're really very small Someday when you're older and things go wrong You've gotta
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you
Blind, Look Around And Listen To What It Is You Want And For What You're Wishing "Oh.." yea "So You Wanna Be An MC Huh" "So You Wanna Be An MC Huh"
home," says the storekeeper, "I'm busy here, can't you see all these customers?" "I won't pay you any money unless you let me sing you my song!" "Well
you all fucked up, and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you
love to you yes, yes, yes and the healing has begun We're gonna make music underneath the stars We're gonna play to the violin and the two guitars We're
the wallstreet hype miss liberty and golden gate so pretty and Uncle Sam is cleaning stars and stripes We're all stickin' together in the fields where
