"ELEVATOR MUSIC" lyrics
Lord Sko & Statik Selektah Lyrics
(Statik Selektah)
How long you gotta stick around to be remembered?
As time flies (Uh), it's been a while, might forget the trendsetters
These vendettas been disguisin' as blessings
I never bent to the pressure, just mighta left off where success get ya (Word)
Been playin' chess, not checkers
Man, y'all should know better than to ever form a weapon against 'em
But let that be a lesson (Uh-huh), y'all pressed on tryna get mentioned
My shorty got some nice dimensions from her leg to her hip (Woo)
These rappers always wanna talk about they hunger
It's funny to me, was crushin' on this waitress, left my number on the receipt
I wonder if she knew I really ain't want nothin' to eat
The last time I seen her, she was lookin' rough, for some reason, it always stuck with me
But I just turn the other cheek
I really seen 'em waves fall from Far Rock to Muscle Beach
It's hard knocks, dog, them scrubs been gettin' cut from the team
From here, it's up to wherever the wind take you like a tumbleweed (Uh-huh)
Don't leave the block, but keep a gun in his jeans
Said his enemies spillin' blood is such a wonderful thing
Done deeds, then puff a blunt on Front Street, all we heard was our lungs screamin'
These drugs tend to keep me numb from these demons
Until the high starts to come down
Just last month, I hit my lowest point above ground (Fuck)
I spent enough time tryna thug it out
But what now after the last shit you hear is a gun sound? (Brr)
Man, don't get sent to Ortiz for that communion chain (Don't do it)
They say I've changed, but wonder why the fuck is you the same? (Fuck)
Been knew the game was cold 'fore I was even through the door (Uh)
Man, have you ever won the battle just to lose the war?
Been tryna change that state of mind movin' forward
Y'all been lookin for a loophole, I'm walkin' with a pocket full of blue notes
You chasin' after fool's gold, stupid
I woulda thought that you knew this already (Fuck)
Cruisin' steady off that Henny, make a buck-twenty feel like forty (Skrrt)
My favorite rappers either dead or gettin' corny, dog, I put that on my dead homies (Facts)
Now I spend my days lonely, ain't nobody been checkin' on me
But still been gettin' plenty calls from dudes who got a check for me (That's a fact)
Ayo, these envelopes don't even got my address on 'em no more (Uh-uh)
I stumbled drunk off of tour, I barely know where I live
At the studio or random couches more than the crib
I hate the way I live (Damn), but deep down, I love it too
Makin' up for all the trouble in my youth
Diamonds coverin' my tooth when I smile even though I know it's rare
Gunz and Butter in the open air over there, but they don't care (Fuck)
Just some elevator music for them days we used to play the stairs, haha
Goin' up?
How long you gotta stick around to be remembered?
As time flies (Uh), it's been a while, might forget the trendsetters
These vendettas been disguisin' as blessings
I never bent to the pressure, just mighta left off where success get ya (Word)
Been playin' chess, not checkers
Man, y'all should know better than to ever form a weapon against 'em
But let that be a lesson (Uh-huh), y'all pressed on tryna get mentioned
My shorty got some nice dimensions from her leg to her hip (Woo)
These rappers always wanna talk about they hunger
It's funny to me, was crushin' on this waitress, left my number on the receipt
I wonder if she knew I really ain't want nothin' to eat
The last time I seen her, she was lookin' rough, for some reason, it always stuck with me
But I just turn the other cheek
I really seen 'em waves fall from Far Rock to Muscle Beach
It's hard knocks, dog, them scrubs been gettin' cut from the team
From here, it's up to wherever the wind take you like a tumbleweed (Uh-huh)
Don't leave the block, but keep a gun in his jeans
Said his enemies spillin' blood is such a wonderful thing
Done deeds, then puff a blunt on Front Street, all we heard was our lungs screamin'
These drugs tend to keep me numb from these demons
Until the high starts to come down
Just last month, I hit my lowest point above ground (Fuck)
I spent enough time tryna thug it out
But what now after the last shit you hear is a gun sound? (Brr)
Man, don't get sent to Ortiz for that communion chain (Don't do it)
They say I've changed, but wonder why the fuck is you the same? (Fuck)
Been knew the game was cold 'fore I was even through the door (Uh)
Man, have you ever won the battle just to lose the war?
Been tryna change that state of mind movin' forward
Y'all been lookin for a loophole, I'm walkin' with a pocket full of blue notes
You chasin' after fool's gold, stupid
I woulda thought that you knew this already (Fuck)
Cruisin' steady off that Henny, make a buck-twenty feel like forty (Skrrt)
My favorite rappers either dead or gettin' corny, dog, I put that on my dead homies (Facts)
Now I spend my days lonely, ain't nobody been checkin' on me
But still been gettin' plenty calls from dudes who got a check for me (That's a fact)
Ayo, these envelopes don't even got my address on 'em no more (Uh-uh)
I stumbled drunk off of tour, I barely know where I live
At the studio or random couches more than the crib
I hate the way I live (Damn), but deep down, I love it too
Makin' up for all the trouble in my youth
Diamonds coverin' my tooth when I smile even though I know it's rare
Gunz and Butter in the open air over there, but they don't care (Fuck)
Just some elevator music for them days we used to play the stairs, haha
Goin' up?
