(Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, uh uh uh, yeah yeah)

Verse:

See the ending getting closer

Its written ink

I think this Gin good with orange soda

I spilled my drink

I pour again just to meet the quota

The missing link

I do my dance when retreating sober

I watch the news, I see my feed

I need my fucking closer

My momma told me stay inside to divide exposure

Whatchu think? That I’m lying when I say I’m scared?

Eyes is chink, how u crying with a loss of tears?

Tell me what it is when your mind only seeing fears

Tell me how to deal, when we dying til we souvenirs

RIP Breonna, girl wе trying

It may take some years, but wе’ll keep on fighting til the sirens keep us in the clear

Steer me way from

Chorus (x2)

This Elevator going up and down. It keeps going up and up and down and up and down. It keeps going up and up and down and up and down. It keeps going up and up and down, this elevator