Magic, Alive!

Lyrics

[Chorus] (It's live) I got a plan, get with me in the ride and (Inside) I'll make it so my niggas never die and (And why?) Maybe escape if we take to skies and (Fly high, high) (Magic, alive) I got a plan, get with me in the ride and (Inside) I'll make it so my niggas never die and (And why?) Maybe escape if we take to skies and (Fly high, high) (Magic, alive) [Verse 1] There he go, droppin' 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 losin' mеmories, can't put finger on what I lost I'ma run in real quick, just hold your bladdеr And turn up the volume nigga, tryna hear radio chatter The birds, the trees, the sky, what they all say matters But y'all 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, one of one, dance circles raised him up Haha, you seen it too, right? Babies with sun in eyes dancin' under the moonlight Hootin', hollerin', clappin' and never missin' a beat 'Til you seen a nigga rise and laugh at you in the street, it's alive [Chorus] (It's live) I got a plan, get with me in the ride and (Inside) I'll make it so my niggas never die and (And why?) Maybe escape if we take to skies and (Fly high, high, yeah, yeah) (Magic, alive) I got a plan, get with me in the ride and (Inside) I'll make it so my niggas never die and (And why?) Maybe escape if we take to skies and (Fly high, high) (Magic, alive) [Verse 2] Okay, we got 'til mama call out from the windowpane 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 summertime, niggas gon' die if your ankles sprained (I can't help you) Niggas kill God, he get too damn close to me Trick bag, got spells and a lil' somethin' for grandma's groceries Took a walk around the block and all the youngins quotin' me We ain't really heard of you, my nigga, who is you supposed to be? Run it back, that magic track, I hear a bop I'm my father's child, so of course I'ma dip, I hear pops I ain't do my job, if this come off as a lil' shock But me and my nigga never had affinities for locks And it stacks, instead of us watchin' it all collapse We huddle and between us, a butterfly's wings flap Face away and say recently I've been feelin' a lil' trapped Put your hand on my shoulder, assure the directions mapped Haha, and I believe it Goin' through this now, shit, it really got me believin' To live forever's to tell the stories of who light up your eyes We ran, we danced, survived, we fly, that's magic alive [Outro] Hahaha It's magic alive Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh It's magic a— It's magic alive