Lyrics Elevate - Remi, Sensible J

Elevate

Let’s roll it up
We are the House of Beige
And we came here to give you one thing (Go)
Floating on that hydro-po
High up, high up, high up, inside
Smoke spliffs, smoke hit, smoke spliffs, smoke up
Floating on that hydro-po
Higher, higher, higher, get high
Smoke spliffs, smoke hit
We’ve got to elevate
We’re so indulgent
We blow fifties in moments (And you know)
Got so much foliage (Woo)
Smoke that shit where my bro’s got
Home-grown indigo and it’s potent (Oh yeah)
Got that dope with one motive
Tally-Ho loaded up, we need roaches
(So you know we’re gonna roll it)
Can you give me that funky stuff?
Yeah
Lickity-lick, twist, thick it and lit
Get a hit, then give to the- uh, you’re with (Uh-huh)
Sit in the crib, ripped, flicking on clips
While my kin rip billies so there isn’t a mix (Who's that pig?)
Pig of the litter gettin' lit as a whip
'Til my whip gets dimmer and the misery hit
Easily fixed if you give me my Vicks
Chopsticks in a bits on Madvillainy disc
Give it a spin, «Most Blunted» is the pick 'cause we lit
And talk shit, cautious 'cause the piggies exist (Woop-woop)
Keep it Halal like the fish in the dish
And low-key on the shh, blame it with innocence
We tried flippin' this shit, but we didn’t commit
Got high on supply, didn’t listen a bit (Baby)
Itchin' for it, so we’re takin' a bit
Throat tickles got me spittin' 'cause this shit is legit, you know
Floating on that hydro-po
High up, high up, high up, inside
Smoke spliffs, smoke hit, smoke spliffs, smoke up
Floating on that hydro-po
Higher, higher, higher, get high
Smoke spliffs, smoke hit
We’ve got to elevate
Yeah, they’re pushing around me
A lot of friends pushing around me
So supply level looking astounding (Uh)
Trees 'round me like it’s The Jungle Book and I’m Mowgli
And you know I’m putting up boundaries
Only good shit that could be mistooken for Mauis
So loud that the rookies are shouting
«What the fuck you give to me?»
'Fore they catnap on the couch
Just to have more gas than the Saudis (Shhh)
Forecast cloudy, even when this guy got stars
I’m in the lounge room, setting up the fire alarms
And my accountant told me that he’s finding it hard
My account full of cash sales buying the ganj'
I spark that last blunt, bounce like Jabbar
Kareem-in' me Abdul to lounge at the bar (So, so, so)
Shoot the shit like I’m Bowser enlarged
Then bow out to smoke another ounce, so I’m far too high
Floating on that hydro-po
High up, high up, high up, inside
Smoke spliffs, smoke hit, smoke spliffs, smoke up
Floating on that hydro-po
Higher, higher, higher, get high
Smoke spliffs, smoke hit
We’ve got to elevate
Yeah, the mother of mercy (Baby)
Baby, you a lot like me (Baby)
This dope need to get a little unlawful (You're my baby)
Because you don’t mind my thoughts (You're my baby)
The mother of mercy (You're my baby)
Baby, you are all I need (You're my baby)
Dope need to get a little unlawful (You're my baby)
Greasin', it’s all my thoughts, oh, oh