Chris Roca - Elevators lyrics

Living life on this elevator Don't need the weed to get elevated These ups and downs keep me hesitant To trust the people out there Them steel doors just feel safer Trapped in the box of my inner thoughts So my imagination goes many places Like "What if pigs really did fly?" Or "What if we had nine lives?" Or "What if animals had jobs?" Or the sun was the eye of God and we fried Keep realness all in my rhymes Got lint-balls in my denim pockets Take bullsh** like Dennis Rodamn I'm in the zone n***a who gone stop me Not even at the top yet And they sending them shots that got me feeling like Pac All eyes on me but my eyes stay closed Cause I don't really f** with the sh** I seen Like the fake people, the electric cars, the common stars The government seem to have room for y'all So I stay alone in my mental bars It's like "Down For Life" in this elevator I'm elevated, laughing at the women that used to play me Now my levels going up and they getting naked Just save it b**h cause you had a chance and you played me And I thank you, I take deep breathes through my fazes And I go hard for this rap sh** until one of you labels start paying And I'll kneel down on this rising floor and I pray to Lord I don't fall off Being alone in this boxed room created thoughts of blowing my top off I try to play it cool but I can't So I load the gun and I think And the pain starts to fade away And my brain always paints the sh** I can't say Sorry momma but these shifting floors got the best of me These ups and downs keep neglecting me Sorry you couldn't be sitting here next to me I can't what the world has next for me [gun shot]