Simple - Elevator Music lyrics

[Verse 1: sIMple] Roll up to the head shop, roll up to the next spot, roll up at the next spot Nike underwear everyday like this a sweatshop Sweatpants Sinatra, to the hotties I'm Don Bishop Elixer liquid and syrup, pour up some Sprite and just stir up See the f**in man when I'm looking in the mirror It's clearer the chandeliers, only fearing the fearless who darker than whiskey spirits Dodging these shifty creatures, who's hiding amongst the faaaans Talkin sh** from the bleachers, Im the mother f**in man on ya features Who's that guy? It's Simple b**h Groovy movie viewing doing things we ain't supposed ta ???? to the petal the petal already rolled up Heady as the top of ya shoulders Would ????? or get the rest of this metaphor I met a who*e in the Metro Station she Extra Asian She said she Tia but she High thats why this lands the Genghis Seven Grams of stanky, joints fatter than Bronsons pinky You mother f**er you [Chorus: Nico] I ain't a joke I write my sh** with a pa**ion, music is in my veins so when I bleed its a work of art And thats what makes us different, so on the way to the top all I'm hearing, is elevator music Yeah yeah, its the elevator music Its the elevator music [Verse 2: Callon B] Keep it calm sit back, enjoy the show, like a peeping tom Deploy the smoke, heating bongs, when It's out catch me eating Chongs Eat the wonton beneath ya thong, uh MyZtical JunkieZ, cynical hunk he's The typical one we, belittle your whole team Literally nothing, me and Simple split a whole thing and have your b**h spread open in a onesie Hoe it's Dank Williams, reggie rappers give me head aches, I can't feel em Go bananas on the track like you can't peel em, you hear the scent of my green when I'm in the building Head cleared up I'm a weird f**, hotter than the middle of June wearing ear muffs I don't fear much and I don't hear nothing So roll up, and keep the beers coming Gazing at the Blue Moon, seeing who's who Who got my back, and who will use you Got a text from my Ex she thought I wanted to see her Hit her back and stood her up, I don't play that woulda coulda shoulda stuff I mean I woulda f**ed but if you ain't putting out then I ain't putting up With you........it's through, uh (It's the Elevator Music!) [Verse 3: Pablo Pacino] Uh, a n***a lying if he say I'm bluffing, as you can see in my circumference its nothing but thuggin In and out this trap because a n***a hustlin, bussin trine get off these crutches My occupation daily be some paper chasin, and how could I be racist when my flavor mixed with black and caucasian Why n***as perpetratin, steady hatin I'm headed for the top and yes I'm gonna make it, the money sh** to me is basic Been laced with documentation, and muhf**as can touch all the stars if they just patient But Toven baby, is something you won't do so just face it But can't you see, its me, been over seas and smokes Jamaican weed I'm easily the best at what I'm doing, coming up so I can be the truest I'm fluent with my words, you misconstruent in my terms Labeled as a nerd but really I'm the Trillest Simple sickness in my position of magnificence Get a glimpse of how I'm living, Pablo Pacino probably counting up C-Notes While this bad b**h I'm with deep throats her p**y sea soaked And I might just scuba dive as I deep stroke It ain't a game this ain't the pre show I will be in a all black pea coat pull out the pistol let the heat smoke Ooh wee n***a let the weed blow! [Chorus: Nico]