Stadium CyHi (Ft. B.o.B)
"Stadium" by CyHi (Ft. B.o.B) is a hip-hop track released in 2017. The song explores themes of ambition, success, and the struggles of rising to fame. It features catchy hooks and dynamic verses, blending melodic elements with sharp lyricism. The track reflects the hustle of the music industry and resonates with aspiring artists. #HipHop
[Hook]
Take me to the stadium, I'm gonna play my heart out there
I'm gonna play it everywhere
Ooh I may be down but I will rise
I'll take my feet and kiss the sky
Cause I'm gonna live forever
[Verse 1: Cyhi The prynce]
First I check my bags, and then my jet leaves
And by the time I land I better have my bread please
And a sack of purple, we smoke that Ed Reed
And lame rappers on stage, that's my pet peeve
Yeezy said we # 1, hard to be humble when you stuntin on the jumbo tron
Fucking groupies with Louie Vuitton condoms on
So I be at the ESPYs with Becky and a cumabunn
You don't like Prynce, you a Mark like McGwire
I take it like, smoking bud got me wiser
Jumped in the truck lit the blunt up with the lighter
Then I told the driver
[Hook]
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Just hoped out the plane, hands free, I don't pack a thing
I just hit the mall leave with more bags than the baggage claim
Yeah when I'm in your city they will never act the same
Girls always say I'm bout my cheese like a Packers game
World wide like UPS but I ain't in the package game
Bob put it in the spot, they don't even ask my name
Winning! But do not call me Charlie Sheen
In the back taking shots, you can call it archery
B.o.B and CyHi, we so high like astral plane
All you see is strange clouds, when we come around ain't that a shame
Next night it's the same thing
Touch down roll the purp
Tap the window, chauffeur
Take me to the stadium, I'm gonna play my heart out there
I'm gonna play it everywhere
Ooh I may be down but I will rise
I'll take my feet and kiss the sky
Cause I'm gonna live forever
[Verse 1: Cyhi The prynce]
First I check my bags, and then my jet leaves
And by the time I land I better have my bread please
And a sack of purple, we smoke that Ed Reed
And lame rappers on stage, that's my pet peeve
Yeezy said we # 1, hard to be humble when you stuntin on the jumbo tron
Fucking groupies with Louie Vuitton condoms on
So I be at the ESPYs with Becky and a cumabunn
You don't like Prynce, you a Mark like McGwire
I take it like, smoking bud got me wiser
Jumped in the truck lit the blunt up with the lighter
Then I told the driver
[Hook]
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Just hoped out the plane, hands free, I don't pack a thing
I just hit the mall leave with more bags than the baggage claim
Yeah when I'm in your city they will never act the same
Girls always say I'm bout my cheese like a Packers game
World wide like UPS but I ain't in the package game
Bob put it in the spot, they don't even ask my name
Winning! But do not call me Charlie Sheen
In the back taking shots, you can call it archery
B.o.B and CyHi, we so high like astral plane
All you see is strange clouds, when we come around ain't that a shame
Next night it's the same thing
Touch down roll the purp
Tap the window, chauffeur
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