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Fields
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fields was released on March 13, 2012 by Fool's Gold Records as a part of the album XXX (Deluxe Version)
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Release DateMarch 13, 2012
LabelFool's Gold Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Brown
Danny Brown
Band
Daniel Sewell
Daniel Sewell
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Sewell
Daniel Sewell
Songwriter
Paul White
Paul White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul White
Paul White
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Money talk, only broke people listen
Ain't got a pot to piss in, can't afford to pay attention
These unfamiliar **** be expectin' recognition
Respect the intellect, let me continue on the mission
I used to walk through alleys, paths with the field
You know, that one house where Kenneth 'nem use to live
Now it's just another shortcut to the store
The TV in the window drew the line of what was rich and poor
Mommy gave me food stamps and told me buy Wonder Bread
On the way, these **** jumped me, left me with knots in my head
Went to school yesterday and had to leave early
'Cause **** said they was gon' jump me at 3:30
All because I lived in the hood they had beef with
And I ain't never tell 'em, dog, I kept that shit a secret
I can't really trip, **** looked out for me
Them same **** played me ain't around to tell the story
I'm just a young **** on the D.O.T
With my headphones on and a sack full of weed
Rhymes in my head, thought nobody wanted to hear 'em
So I had the fiends hittin' rocks like the Pilgrims
[Chorus]
And where I lived
It was house, field, field
Field, field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
And where I lived
It was house, field, field
Field, field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
[Verse 2]
That **** much sicker
That's why he pop pills, sip lean, smoke Swishers
Yeah, I'm doing drugs thought I'd never ever try
That had my eyes dry, dog, I wish I could cry
I'm fuckin' bad foreign bitches while you in the hood
Smokin' on some dirt weed, smellin' like some firewood
Sittin' on porches of abandoned houses
Or sitting in the field on bed-bug-ridden couches
It's like they all forgot, man, nobody care about us
That why we always end up in the prison 'stead of college
Or livin' in the system, workin' kitchen for chump change
Lost in the streets, **** playin' that gun game
Where nobody wins, just a bunch of mamas losing
Dead body in the field, nobody heard the shooting
We livin' in the streets where the options is limited
Because it's burnt buildings instead of jobs and businesses
[Chorus]
And where I lived
It was house, field, field
Field, field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
And where I lived
It was house, field, field
Field, field, house
Abandoned house, field, field
Written by: Daniel Sewell, Paul White
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