Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elevate, artist - Remi. Date of issue: 06.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |