ฟังเพลงMagic, Alive! (Explicit)

Magic, Alive! (Explicit) - McKinley Dixon

Lyrics by：McKinley Dixon

Composed by：McKinley Dixon/Sam E. Yamaha

Produced by：Sam E. Yamaha

It's live

I gotta plan get with me in the ride

Inside

I'll make it so my niggas never die

And why?

Maybe escape if we take to skies and

Fly high high

Magic alive

I gotta plan get with me in the ride

Inside

I'll make it so my niggas never die

And why?

Maybe escape if we take to skies and

Fly high high

Magic alive

There he go

Dropping his baby off

Father son holy spirit

We watch that boy as he cross

Gold from the hand to elbow man

Such is a hefty cost

Thing bout losing memories

Can't put finger on what I lost

I'mma run in real quick

Just hold yo bladder

And turn up the volume nigga

Trine hear radio chatter

The birds

The trees

The sky

What they all say matter

But ya'll want me be responsible for liquor store splatter

Fine

Tattered feathers became the achilles heel

Chase an affinity to describe how sunshine feels

Under red moon

Black son

Father figure

Mama's gun

Packed room

1 of 1

Dance circles raised him up

Haha You seen it too right?

Babies with sun in eyes

Dancing under the moonlight

Hooting hollering clapping

And never missing a beat

Til you seen a nigga rise and laugh at you in the street

It's alive

I gotta plan get with me in the ride

Inside

I'll make it so my niggas never die

And why?

Maybe escape if we take to skies and

Fly high high

Magic alive

I gotta plan get with me in the ride

Inside

I'll make it so my niggas never die

And why?

Maybe escape if we take to skies and

Fly high high

Magic alive

Okay

We got til mama call out from the window pan

How I know all off these boys

We grew up where the windows stained

With a Phoenix on his shoulder

Ironic the boy got flamed

It's the summer time

Niggas gone dye if ya ankles sprained

I can't help you

Niggas kill god

He get too damn close to me

Trick bag

Got spells and alil sum for gramma groceries

Took a walk around the block

And all the youngins quoting me

We ain't really heard of you

My nigga who is you suppose to be?

Run it back

That magic track I hear a bop

I'm my fathers child so of course

Imma dip I hear pops

I ain't do my job if this come off alil shock

But me and my niggas never had affinities for locks

And it stacks

Instead of us watchin it all collapse

We huddle and between us a butterfly wings flaps

Face away and say

Recently I've been feeling alil trapped

You put ya hand on my shoulder

Assure the directions mapped

Haha

And I believe it

Going through this now ****

It really got me believing

To live forevers to tell the stories of who light up ya eyes

We ran

We danced

Survived

We flied

That's magic alive

Haha

It's magic alive

It's magic a

It's magic alive