Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Survive, artist - Don Diablo. Date of issue: 25.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Survive |
| Don Diablo Guwop |
| 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 |
| Gucci Mane and Don |
| Catch me balling out in London |
| So braided with the paper, I go super bowl sunday |
| Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds |
| I keep my neck and my wrist atleast at a hundred |
| Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it |
| She got comfortable, she call me about my government |
| Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats |
| And pull off in a Porsche like a Cartney |
| You cocky, hit the pussy and I rock it |
| I fly to Amsterdam for the wifey |
| They're using after light us, they caught us |
| I booked it for the light, play the ball field |
| gang black war screen |
| Shark blue coupe with the shark fin |
| What's that on your neck that can't get it off yeah |
| Gucci Mane is dying |
| Catch me falling out of line |
| 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 |
| You got the first car, I gotta dream of something |
| You were like a hard wire, I like to push your buttons |
| We got it somehow, get out of town |
| We drove for ages, never looking backwards |
| They wanna cage us, but we prefer our freedom |
| Call us the rages, well how about now? |
| Don Diablo Guwop |
| Gucci Mane and Don |
| Catch me balling out in London |
| So braided with the paper, I go super bowl sunday |
| Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds |
| I keep my neck and my wrist atleast at a hundred |
| Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it |
| She got comfortable, she call me about my government |
| Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats |
| And pull off in a Porsche like a Cartney |
| But we here are, living through |
| But we here are, living through |
| 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 |