[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