Survive
- Don Diablo (2018)You are listening to the song Survive by Don Diablo, writer by Don Diablo;Emeli Sandé;Gucci Mane in album Survive (Single). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
- Survive - Don Diablo
Lyrics
[Chorus: Emeli Sandé]
We'll survive the thunder
And escape the hunger
And sometimes I wonder, that we got the
Who knows why, don't ask us
We don't need no answers
'Cause we stand the surface, living through.
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane is dying
Catch me falling out of line
Bitch I'm [?] with the paper, I got Superbowl signed
You signed it all crazy, right into the hundreds
I keep my leg, and I still seeling a hundred
Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it
She got comfortable, she com' me 'bout to cover me
Pull up in a Rolls in a white seat
And pull off in a Porsche like a Cartney
You caught me like a pussy and I rock it
I fly to Amsterdam for the rifle
They're using after light us, they caught us
I booked it for the light, play the ball field
[?] gang [?] black war shield
She get white, she act like she was darker
What's that on your neck that can't get it off yeah
Gucci Mane is dying
Catch me falling out of line.
[Chorus: Emeli Sandé]
We'll survive the thunder
And escape the hunger
And sometimes I wonder, that we got the
Who knows why, don't ask us
We don't need no answers
'Cause we stand the surface, living through.
[Verse 2: Emeli Sandé]
You got a first car, I gotta dream of something
You're like a hard wire, I like to push your buttons
[You?] got it somehow, get up
We drove for ages, never looking backwards
They wanna cage us, but we prefer our freedom
Call us the rages, well how about now?
[Refrain: Gucci Mane & Emeli Sandé]
Gucci Mane is dying
Catch me falling out of line
Bitch I'm [?] with the paper, I got Superbowl signed
You signed it all crazy, right into the hundreds
I keep my leg, and I still seeling a hundred
Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it
She got comfortable, she com' me 'bout to cover me
Pull up in a Rolls in a white seat
And pull off in a Porsche like a Cartney
But we here are, living through
But we here are, living through.
[Chorus: Emeli Sandé]
And we'll survive the thunder
And escape the hunger
And sometimes I wonder, that we got the
Who knows why, don't ask us
We don't need no answers
'Cause we stand the surface, living through.
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