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BLISS N ESO lyrics : "Field of dreams"

[**feat. Paris Wells]

So I guess I gotta...


Yo, eyo,
I spit like an M16, I let them all know they can have it

That flash of magic, with an imagination to match it
So catch it, it's classic, but it will not be contained
In an industry man made, cuz it runs through my veins

It pumps through my brain, through my name, nothing will change
Don't make me huff and puff and turn this f**ker to flames
But enough of the games, my shadow is a tidal wave

My idle, there's a brighter way, fight for it night & day
I've built fires inspired to keep my hands warm
I've hopped through hurricanes

Step-step through sandstorms
I've climbed cliffs, you can see what I'm dreaming
Even walked on water, just to be here this evening

So, here we go again, I gotta prove I'm no magician to you
Rabbit in a hat, rappers is clueless how I kick it
This is blood, sweat & tears..

Flesh & bone a better way
A brotherhood of hope, with a megaphone at heavens gate


[Chorus:]
Shoot me down, raise my head
Walk my field of dreams instead

Cuz' there's no way, you will march on top of me
Not how this is going to be be


Lift my feet, raise my head
Love & sweat & tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead


**so I guess I gotta...**


Walk my way instead



Yeah, check it out, yo.

Well he's still kickin' it so beautifully

Bet he's re-writing the odds
Cuz he knows it's not the dog in the fight
But the fight in the dog,

see the kid couldn't spell for %#@!
But could draw like a photograph
f**k hate he rather write his rhyme on the wall of the poet's class,

He digs with a phonograph,
Caught a flow & wrote the flavor that archaeologists artists audio appropriator
Ghost rider, flaming chopper, corresing the night

Chasing the glimpse of a forever fading floresent horizon
He just lights up the skies (lights up the skies)
While running through this circus

With the heart full of good vibes (heart full of good vibes)
That's pumping through his circuits
Live wire, high flyer

Spit fire round his lungs
A war torn mustang, through an empire of the sun
Catch him diving in his rhythm

Rhyme & gliding in his vision
Manifest music momentoes to remind him of his mission
He just rolls like a bowler

A soldiers forward composure
With butterfly net full of dreams hangin' over his shoulder he says..


[Chorus:]
Shoot me down, raise my head
Walk my field of dreams instead

Cuz there's no way, you will march on top of me
Not how this is going to be be


Lift my feet, raise my head
Love & sweat & tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead


**So I guess I gotta...**

Walk my way instead



Shoot me down, raise my head
Walk my field of dreams instead
Cuz there's no way, you will march on top of me
Not how this is going to be be


Lift my feet, raise my head
Love & sweat & tears i've bled
Create the path I see ahead


**So I guess I gotta...**

Walk my way instead

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