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letra de stage dive (remix) - sol

[intro: sol]
yeah!
we gon’ be alright
we gon’ be ok
we gon’ survive
we gon’ take it day by day, j by j

[verse 1: sol]
i treat my life like a stage dive, hands high
body in the sky layin’ right on your man, nah
he ain’t the man no more that’s propoganda
all i see are sheep in wolves skin followin’ trends, nah (facts)
if you know me then you know it’s always love (facts)
but 2017 i’m on my “f-ck donald trump” (big facts)
i stay high, whether in planes or vans
never politrickin’ but the campaign advance
i’ve made a livin’ turnin’ strangers into fans
and leaving their eyes open while their headsp-ce expands
the music from my city from the dna of jimmy and quincy
and every filthy mc that came before me
used to be the little homie and now i got little homies comin’ for me
and i love it, compet-tion keeps you going
keeps you floating like the little boat they told you would sink (lil boat! lil boat!)
game cold like minnesota, i’m the prince in my scene
be on stages with kings and feel right at home
write phrases on pages that could change the globe
tell me: how you gon’ trump that?
brown kids gon’ bump that
brown kids gon’ grow up and f-ck up the whole status quo
we been woke since before they say, “woah!”
i was broke, album dropped, then went 1, i went goals
if you still don’t understand must be scared of jumping in
i say how you gon’ win when you can’t trust your fans
and here i come again
okay here i come again

[hook: sol]
give me something i can touch when the sun rise
give me something i could taste when my tongue’s tied
love life, don’t waste another night
stage dive, jump like you could fly

[post-hook: sol]
die young or grow old
one shot before you know, you’re gone

[verse 2: j’von]
sol don’t be appalled i ain’t never been on a big stage (wha?)
with a big crowd making kids wave (wha?)
insisted living -ssisted living
starving, but with the magic within his rib cage (wha?)
to feed him and his man for like six days
he was a sensei (yea)
bro said don’t fixate if the world ends
you could save it perhaps through your raps
and girlfriend and dudes feel it (wha? wha?)
i take shots and won’t miss the gl-ss
smooth peel it, on track to
be unbreakable like i’m bruce willis
ill legitimate, still the sk!lls k!ll it
and he ain’t placed but a ‘limitless’ pill in his sk!llet
like i got dreams too

[verse 3: travis thompson]
it’s the prodigy
westside novelty
out of pocket aught to be
and y’all be on they probably sleep
probably off an edible
just drooling in economy
this just how i gotta live
this just how it gotta be
i wake up rollin’ dope up playin’ no ceilings front-to-back
hit the nine-to-five an hour late and clock in with a laugh
like this ain’t me you heard my sh-t
i played last night before we close ’em
to the rap songs, to the cash
i bet your -ss i’m finna blow
and so i stage dive but it take time and it’s canine
still at chris house
so he looked at me with tears and said, “it’s ’bout time we get rich now.”
i say, “yeah!” say, “let’s get it!”
i’m the best can’t tell me different
flirt with death like that b-tch thick
and she been all up in my mentions
not to mention i can’t drink and rippin’ legends a whole new one
this forever f-ck the system
king of legends do what you want
i should’ve signed to cash money in the “bedrock” era
make a tape a lil twist, get brunch with tyga out in paris
see i got my swag from ferris
prince and shoutout on parade floats
i just hope i gave you something you feel on the way home

[post-hook: sol]
die young or grow old
one shot before you know, you’re gone

[verse 4: koga shabazz]
uh
weak sauce is at a minimum (at a minimum)
indica and swisher guts my residuals (yeah i’m smokin’)
certain names only thing ever surround me
for real rap they got a million dollar bounty: find me
drop dead when they lays around countin’
paper bag stomp this
kids dropping hot sh-t
swipe through if they carding at the door
stan lee cameo as they marvel at my flow
shield up on my back ride harley’s in the snow
kid cudi under pressure
gin rummy with the smoke
and ask my ex why i been plottin’ on the slow
it’s a dime in the hole if bin laden on the flo’
shouts gj from the lafay’ to the ‘go
notorious goons robbing b.i.g.’s body is a ghost
rebel mindset get rowdy on the folks
and my bezel shine-less
real cloudy in my notes
keep it low, don’t condone dry-snitchin’ bo
don’t hit the floor ’cause you misinformed, oh
act c-cky, get cooked when the kitchen closed
flip the script get exposed to these b-tches bro

[hook: sol]
give me something i can touch when the sun rise
give me something i could taste when my tongue’s tied
love life, don’t waste another night
stage dive, jump like you could fly

[post-hook: sol]
die young or grow old
one shot before you know, you’re gone

- sol

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