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• Stadium - Le Braghe Corte
• Stadium - Monster Magnet
• Stadium - Cyhi Da Prynce

Another sunday is coming at the end of the same long busy week
6 days I've been waiting to get back to my favourite seat
try to understand that I need to get out some energy
that's why I act like a jailed man who just got free
get up and get your favourite shirt and go to meet your company
have a couple beers before going in the battlefield
people never get the reason that keeps us to get along
neither I but I don't care when I have fun
come on and sing along
we're going to the stadium
I love to watch my football team

Yeah yea
We've got a map of the world torn up
And your future's five bucks a pound
And I've seen your Mum with her knees pinned back
You'll pay everything to hear that sound
We drove a truck to the ranch of life
And came back with another brain
So shake your ass at the scene tonight
And open wide and let it drain
You'd better come down
Now I think you should
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
We've got a map of the world torn up
And your future's five bucks a pound
I've seen your Mum with her knees pinned back
You'll pay everything to hear that sound, baby
We drove a truck to the ranch of life
And came back with another brain
So shake your ass at the scene tonight
And open wide and let it drain
You'd better come down
Now I think you should
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
You'd better come down
Now I think you should
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah oh oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Featuring: B.O.B., Cyhi Da Prynce
(Chorus)
Take me to the stadium, im gonna play my heart out there.
im gonna play it every where
oooh i may be down but i will rise, i took my feet and kiss the sky
cause im gonna live for ever.
(cyhi The prynce)
first i check my bags, and then my jet lees.
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, thats my pet peve.
said we # 1, hard to be hummble when you stuntin on the jumbo tron
f*cking goupies with lui viton collumns on,
so i be at the espys with becky and a cumabunn
you dont 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
(Chorus)
(B.O.B.)
just hoped out the plane, hands freeout on pakathan
i just hit the mall leave with more bags than the bagage klan. yeah
when im in your city they will never act the same
girls always say im bout my cheese like a packers game.
world wide like UPS but i aint in the package game.
bob put it in the spot, they dont even ask my name
winning but do not call me charlie sheen
in the back taking shots you can call it archoring.
b.o.b. and cyhi we so high like astro plan
al you see is strange clouds, when we come around aint that a shame,
next night its the saqme thing
touch down roll the purp
tap the window, shofer.
(Chorus)
cause im so off the chain, never lose a game.
always had the drive like i never caught the train.
mister hall of fame b*tches call my name
prynce falling off you on that quincy carter cane