Danny Brown - Fields lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - Fields lyrics]
Money talk, only broke people listen
Ain't got a pot to piss in
Can't afford to pay attention
These unfamiliar niggas 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 niggas jumped me
Left me with knots in my head
Went to school yesterday and
Had to leave early
'Cause niggas 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, niggas looked out for me
Them same niggas played me ain't
Around to tell the story
I'm just a young nigga on the DOT
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
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
That nigga 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
Niggas 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
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
Ain't got a pot to piss in
Can't afford to pay attention
These unfamiliar niggas 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 niggas jumped me
Left me with knots in my head
Went to school yesterday and
Had to leave early
'Cause niggas 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, niggas looked out for me
Them same niggas played me ain't
Around to tell the story
I'm just a young nigga on the DOT
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
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
That nigga 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
Niggas 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
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