Elevator Music RMX
[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 fuck I want, with this time shit
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 classic
Word play like magic, should we chance this acid
Got you wet, lake placid
Just doing my head in, that's madness, sex 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 nigga
Conscious rap, like do I wanna bring the conscious back
All that crap ain't built for every nigga with potential, every chick with credentials bodies curved out, no stencils
Must be mental to speak on shit 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