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Bryant Dope lyrics : "Field Of Dreams"

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Bring me to a higher state
As I puff contemplate my mental space
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place

My common grace living life at a timely pace
Any mistake, let it live, let it marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let me embrace

I intake the feel of the bass
Hand-write words about the paper chase
I need cash, guap, dollars, and gold

New whips for hoes and a stage for shows
Lines get blurred between wants and needs
Hustlers and thieves, users and fiends

My vision goes further than my iris
I is to this beat what the kite to the sky is
Moving slow, moving fast, living timeless

Living on a high, burning up the finest
Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my

thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me, let me grow now
Let me grow now, let me

We in control now
Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place

Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Only 21, got a lot to learn

A lot to earn, sparking every beat tryna catch a burn
A degree, â??bout to earn my first one
Sitting in class, thinking about what I become

A valid school, music, and a day job
Still kept my rhyme stretched like a new paint job
I take time tryna climb to my apex

Life changing fast, I donâ??t know whatâ??s coming next
A year ago couldnâ??t book a show
Now my scheduleâ??s filling up

And my teamâ??s counting dough
Not much, just enough for us to keep on
Keep going, weâ??ll never stop till weâ??re on

â??Cause this music here comes from a real place
Iâ??m here for a reason, not no mistake
I miss days with dimes from a mixed race

Force studio time to clear out my head space
Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place

Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Bring me to a higher state

A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

Let me, let me grow now
Let me grow now, let me
We in control now

Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

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