Kourvioisier - Elevate lyrics
rate meHigh like I’m supposed to be courtesy of sobriety
Thought to be cause of a reefer scene
Tune your frequencies here to make your speakers bleed
So be on regime keep it low now one to secrecies
Do this easily kill it with no decency
Royalty to this believe the clerk to earth you need to breathe
Since the breeze the propeller spinning in my breezes
Brain storming bout how Imma pain the scenery
See I breathe relief I’m squeezed and I
Cause being blunt leaves you grunt with no season leave
The procedure is challenged with misery of my....
The levering free falling with no injuries
Mentally picture who could give you better imagery
So it seems to me your height is off of memories
This is level one I rise and fly even you could see
This is for the cheese and this is for the hustler
This is for MCs a pretty women luster
Never get enough all higher up above ya
If you turn down this is what we do for ya
Turn up, turn up, nah fuck that, elevate!
Turn up, turn up, nah fuck that, elevate!
Turn up, turn up, nah fuck that, elevate!
That’s hopping on
Transformation with no megatron
If you’re late in skies late night marathon
More the metaphor speak in terms literal
Birds tend to flock been looking for a stool
Right into this cockpit obnoxious
The levels is my only options
Game gripping many lace
But you ain’t the same with it elevate
It like a botanist with plain tickets
I’m cobra, cut your knees....
My grass got a new shape up
Sitting in coach me and the same before lift off
Me and Drake keeping the place for ground zero
Show my love to the people remain seated as I take this journey as I evil
Probably sucks to me y’all
Probably on a charade
Just a couple minutes late
Your flight just got delayed
This is for the cheese and this is for the hustler
This is for MCs a pretty women luster
Never get enough all higher up above ya
If you turn down this is what we do for ya
Turn up, turn up, nah fuck that, elevate!
Turn up, turn up, nah fuck that, elevate!
Turn up, turn up, nah fuck that, elevate!
That’s hopping on
Wondering what is jet lag
Never run out of gas
I suggest you wave your white flag
Said I would land
Middle finger to your end district
Why you’re relating it to your attire
Never get too hot while this other cast is
Have your wings melt starting over at the genocide
They say the heat was hot into decease
Crying in my seat spiritually seated walkers
I’m in aviation baby should have been here in the 80s
Bought a plane with my wings intact...
Sitting in first class like an early morning
No verbal warning no more like global
Clearer skies come in 85 I’m in
Buckle for this ride we gonna take it up a notch
This is for the cheese and this is for the hustler
This is for MCs a pretty women luster
Never get enough all higher up above ya
If you turn down this is what we do for ya
Turn up, turn up, nah fuck that, elevate!
Turn up, turn up, nah fuck that, elevate!
Turn up, turn up, nah fuck that, elevate!
That’s hopping on
