Still Alive (feat. Austin Keough & Arie Keough)

Thoughts turn to dreams turn to gold
When you feel it in your soul
And you never sold
But you could've though
You damn near should though
You not that good bro
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro

I never dream of paradise
Ever since my homies died
Living like we back in time
Staring out the other side
Laughing like they still alive
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro

These thoughts is getting harder to know and they hard to control
God's Son, no carpenter though
Hate when my cartridge gets low
Faded my fro like that '98 Kobe
Purple and gold
Still need that pay though

Shook that shit off me, tightened my strings up
Who gon' feed us?
Black screens begging to free us
Fight for fetus, say it's for Jesus?
Jesus pieces and Neiman's what I needed call it conceited blood on the cement

No time for highs
Hoping for a shift in tide
Staring out the other side
And I'm laughing 'cause I'm still alive
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro
That good bro
I'm laughing 'cause I'm still alive



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Keough
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