Kdeem - Elevator Music RMX lyrics

[Verse 1: Kdeem] Subtle movements, I try not to draw attention But tell myself to picture a future not get used to future inventions I can't stop myself from shining despite future intentions Here's a project named project, graded whilst on suspension On the ball maybe? Ain't we all crazy? Corner of the elevator silent, mind blown like the kite did Cuz I can do whatever the f** I want, with this time sh** Maybe hustle for money but why that when it flows with what you vibe with Maybe more time praying, I been straying from up above Stay down though, nowhere near plane like hounslow They told me I should stomach it like where pounds go, don't save those Carefree like play clothes is the new aim for this bloke? No [Chorus: Kdeem] And I'm so, I'm like, she like, aye [Chorus: Iman Omari] (Harmonies) And I'm so, she so, we so, aye [Chorus: Kdeem] And I'm so, I'm like, she like, aye [Verse 2: Kdeem] Wrote this on Christina's phone Sometimes I wanna follow where Christina goes Hope Christina knows, that the vibe shared with her is already framed Said we both can't feel the same, so just gain all we can gain, and that's true yo Strobe light effect in that dress the way you glow Step into my elevator, it was made to elevate ya The fear of giving in to a feeling never felt, that's cla**ic Word play like magic, should we chance this acid Got you wet, lake placid Just doing my head in, that's madness, s** feels bliss when you feel this Clicked like the heels did in ways I didn't see Guess I really be that mystery only the mist can read [Chorus: Kdeem] And I'm so, I'm like, she like, aye [Chorus: Iman Omari] (Harmonies) And I'm so, she so, we so, aye [Chorus: Kdeem] And I'm so, I'm like, she like, aye [Verse 3: Kdeem] Finish lines are check points, check yaself n***a Conscious rap, like do I wanna bring the conscious back All that crap ain't built for every n***a with potential, every chick with credentials bodies curved out, no stencils Must be mental to speak on sh** that don't sell really Set sail with no cells in me that don't care for sales really Really been feeling in tune few radio jammers Stepping outta tradition like I could care for your stanza But sometimes I'dd rather rap four minutes on a beat just cause what I gotta say, needs no limits physically Was missing me til r o b, reminded me why I fell Why I'm content with this jail, no bars as well, mute