Altitude

Groove on it, groove on it Said we groovin' on it, groovin' on it Always want what I can't have Hit a ditch on the wrong slant Reminisce on those floor slams Made me wish for some doors back Met a witch from New Orleans She told me I'm gorgeous So floored that I gorged her till four in the morning Dirty dishes on floors… Tears needed to soar Before the wishes were formed Still dressed to a T more than Forbes Say eat the rich to the poor… At a picnic engorged To the beach I implore Not out of reach when I snore Dreams of peaches and cream through the fog Seas of deceit, please cease and desist Realms hard to ignore Black corps like décor… Stop with the gore Unless on that tushy… Always keep it gushing No rushin' to fumble the play, it's fetch Who's gonna catch this bone? A wreck up off of the shore, so strong A plot device proving the rest of it wrong Stop stressin' the song, just wanna flex some more But know there is more to share… to pair, to parry, to challenge But right now, so merry, sip Cheri in Paris Still searchin' for clarity… Rhymes with polarity Hilarious… Float around in some fairy dust Carry on so serious… Far from oblivious But right now, in the moment's best Dressed to impress, I confess in express Wanna undress that sundress, I digress No press, more or less, with the bench it's a test Open chest, can't be vexed Altitude of attitude… Lately on gratitude With my fortitude… With my fortitude With my (yeah) With my fortitude Highs and lows, check your altitude of attitude Lately on gratitude… Feels mighty smooth Full might exude Your highness move, it's time to (groove) On the miles, spend the dough On the climb… Gotta know where to go Terror dome, extra brined with the flows Saying woah… Save your woes Smellin' fear from the nose Extra pierced with the blows Hopped out, too froze… No need for cologne So much swagger, could loan Bourdain on the parts unknown Knife's at the throat… Through the rattle, a pose On the miles, spend the dough On the climb… Gotta know where to go Terror dome, extra brined with the flows Saying woah… Save your woes Smellin' fear from the nose Extra pierced with the blows Hopped out, too froze… No need for cologne So much swagger, could loan Bourdain on the parts unknown Knife's at the throat… Through the rattle, a pose Just wanna know what you fearin' the most