Bryant Dope - Field Of Dreams Lyrics

Bryant Dope – Field Of Dreams Lyrics

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Bring me to a higher state
As I puff contemplate my mental space
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place
My common grace living life at a timely pace
Any mistake, let it live, let it marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let me embrace
I intake the feel of the bass
Hand-write words about the paper chase
I need cash, guap, dollars, and gold
New whips for hoes and a stage for shows
Lines get blurred between wants and needs
Hustlers and thieves, users and fiends
My vision goes further than my iris
I is to this beat what the kite to the sky is
Moving slow, moving fast, living timeless
Living on a high, burning up the finest

Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my
thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

Let me, let me grow now
Let me grow now, let me
We in control now

Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

Only 21, got a lot to learn
A lot to earn, sparking every beat tryna catch a burn
A degree, ’bout to earn my first one
Sitting in class, thinking about what I become
A valid school, music, and a day job
Still kept my rhyme stretched like a new paint job
I take time tryna climb to my apex
Life changing fast, I don’t know what’s coming next
A year ago couldn’t book a show
Now my schedule’s filling up
And my team’s counting dough
Not much, just enough for us to keep on
Keep going, we’ll never stop till we’re on
‘Cause this music here comes from a real place
I’m here for a reason, not no mistake
I miss days with dimes from a mixed race
Force studio time to clear out my head space

Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

Let me, let me grow now
Let me grow now, let me
We in control now

Bring me to a higher state
A field of dreams and my thoughts and my common place
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate
Let me learn, let me grow, let this marinate

[Lyrics to Field Of Dreams by Bryant Dope]