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Elevator Music w/ GoldenMy mom always told me what goes up gotta come downRise to the top is quick but uh Come on. (Bring the homs in) Can't stay up for ever, that's some law. That's some gravity. There's some wait with that yall VI My style is robo, getting you lifted without the dodo I'm going global, never been local but on the lo-though Get your pogo, To the street like any lo-pro all slow mo, play my position until the show blow. Slipping the so co, missing the logo Ripping the No Doz, hold em closer than Lessons inside my dojo. It's the back-flip, tactics drastic practicing hat tricks, Connecting kinetic intelligent shit (the haps is) Studying steal displace the plastic, Gymnastics. Perfecting the balance and that's it. Stay patient waiting till this plan hits. Seeking this meaning. Speaking more then some holding grams kid. I brandish, fumish this Buming this like a fumace. When my turn hits, steady my motion and ride the current. Swerving in and out of the torrent nice as surgeons. Precise. I'm urging, never Uncertain I keep it working like () What goes up must come down in time / Check where you step and don't cross the line (and) What goes up must come down in time / I'm looking for the spotlight, they looking for a diamond (Repeat) VII I displace distaste. Moving your mid-waist. The mixtape fix pages smoother than Vicks's game On Biscayne, switch lanes. Travel a wide frame. I glide same spot, tame all of the fly names (I came). Stepped in the flesh. Open the treasure chest. Blessed in the way of the nest. Stay in the quest. Displaying regrets like a child with a sway in step (step/step). Dismaying thoughts, delaying his Breath. Placin' bets on a long shot. Walkin the wrong block. This songs stops playing, I'm trading It to the pawn shop. Shouts to Bad lieutenant, you know I meant it. Highly accented definition, Vision infrared-ed.(cause) () Bridge (Fergie Sings) What goes up, must come down (repeat x4) VIII Well, I'm that smooth lewd dude still in the groove. Willing to move many people like a Minister do. Administering truth. Delivering you in a quivering mood, for payment like a bill when it's due. Chilling with crew (True). I'm that B-Boy hot when I deplay. Cleverest seed boy, growing like a Tree till my peeps seem to breath belief under the leaves. Thunderous steeze. Never with a gun in My sleeves Done in a breeze till the sun comes up in the eat. Puffing the yeast till I'm done up like A Buck in Belize Stuck in my jeans, ccheming for a puff of the weed. I do it infinite. Finite rhyme Type is intricate. Killing it. Pilgrim journey, syllabus deligent. Willing it. Conceal the chillum till Skills reveal in it. I implement the realeast shit. Yall imminently feeling it. (like) |