Bliss n Eso, Paris Wells - Field of Dreams lyrics
[Bliss n Eso, Paris Wells - Field of Dreams lyrics]
So I guess I gotta
Guess I gotta, guess I gotta, 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
'cause 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 and day
I've built fires inspired to
Keep my hands warm
I've hopped through hurricanes
And step-stepped 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 that's clueless how I kick it
This is blood, sweat and tears
Flesh and 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
'Cause 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 and sweat and 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
'Cause he knows it's not the
Dog in the fight, but the fight in the dog
See, 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 poet's class
He dicks with a phonograph
Caught a flow and wrote the flavour
That archaeologist
Artist’s audio appropriator
Ghost rider, flaming chopper
Carresing the night
And chasing the glimpse of a
Forever fading fluorescent 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 out his lungs
Soars a war-torn Mustang
Through an empire of the sun
Catch him diving in his rhythm
Rhyme and gliding in his vision
Manifest music momentos 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
'Cause 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 and sweat and tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead
(so I guess I gotta) walk my way instead
(gotta so I guess I gotta)
Shoot me down, raise my head
Walk my field of dreams instead
'Cause 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 and sweat and tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead
(so I guess I gotta) walk my way instead
Guess I gotta, guess I gotta, 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
'cause 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 and day
I've built fires inspired to
Keep my hands warm
I've hopped through hurricanes
And step-stepped 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 that's clueless how I kick it
This is blood, sweat and tears
Flesh and 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
'Cause 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 and sweat and 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
'Cause he knows it's not the
Dog in the fight, but the fight in the dog
See, 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 poet's class
He dicks with a phonograph
Caught a flow and wrote the flavour
That archaeologist
Artist’s audio appropriator
Ghost rider, flaming chopper
Carresing the night
And chasing the glimpse of a
Forever fading fluorescent 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 out his lungs
Soars a war-torn Mustang
Through an empire of the sun
Catch him diving in his rhythm
Rhyme and gliding in his vision
Manifest music momentos 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
'Cause 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 and sweat and tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead
(so I guess I gotta) walk my way instead
(gotta so I guess I gotta)
Shoot me down, raise my head
Walk my field of dreams instead
'Cause 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 and sweat and tears I've bled
Create the path I see ahead
(so I guess I gotta) walk my way instead