Bliss n Eso - Field of dreams feat: paris wells lyrics

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 fucker 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
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
And the kid couldn't spell for shit
But could draw like a photograph fuck a hit
He rather his rhyme on the
Wall of a poets class he thinks with the
Caught a flow & wrote the flavour
That archaeologists artists
Audio appropriator

Ghost rider, flaming chopper
Caressing the night
Chasing the glimpse of a forever
Fading the red sun 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 circuit's
Live wire, high flyer
Spit fire round his lungs
There was a war torn mustang
Through an empire of the sun
Catch him diving in his rhythm

Rhyme & gliding in his vision
Manifest music momentous to remind
Him of his mission
He just rolls like a bowler
A soldiers forward composure
With a butterfly net full of dreams
Hangin' over his shoulder he says

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

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

(So I guess, I guess I gotta)

Walk my way instead

(So I guess I gotta)

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