Dive Lyrics - Beam

[Chorus: Beam] 

No control, no remote 

I go fishing for the hope 

Michael Phelps with the stroke 

Cast the line and then I'll go 

Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive 

We slide 

We slide 

Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive 

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[Verse 1: Marty] 

Squad up for the cameras 

Tour bus was a Camry 

Came up from the bandos 

Hotel was a front seat 

Never had a plan B 

Had the venues gettin' wild 

No politics had the labels all convinced 

Asking us about the sound 

I wanted to talk about God, woah 

4 A.M. rapping at bars, woah 

Nobody wanted my spot, woah 

30 a month was a lot 

Still moving like we independent 

If you so anti-social, why you in our mentions? 

It's a gang, it's a gang 

Yep, yep 

It's a gang, it's a gang 

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[Chorus: Beam] 

No control, no remote 

I go fishing for the hope 

Michael Phelps with the stroke 

Cast the line and then I'll go 

Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive 

We slide 

We slide 

Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive 

[Verse 2: FERN] 

I stood next to all your favorite rappers 

I ain't ask for no pictures 

Never asked for no handouts, or some "can we get wit'cha?" 

We made it look easy, but the fact remains 

This right here is so special 

Not just 'cause I'm saying it 

Had a few of y'all come tell us 

Had a few of y'all really pray for us 

When you said you would and that blessed us 

Hold up, wait 

I ain't ever seen any competition 

We do all numbers, still no pressure 

I'm still on my God bless ya 

Put a prayer on your head, bless up 

Since Wayne had the Compressor 

Or 25 lighters on the dresser 

And we came from the dirt, from the bottom, the muscle, whatever you call it 

Just know it was God whenever you discuss it 

My life like a book, opened up to the public 

I love it, you know! 

[Chorus: Beam] 

No control, no remote 

I go fishing for the hope 

Michael Phelps with the stroke 

Cast the line and then I'll go 

Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive 

We slide 

We slide 

Dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive, dive