Letra

Jump-p-p-p around Jump-p-p-p around We get lifted, we get lite we get weightless, we satellites We get lifted, we get lite we get weightless, we satellites Sunday to Saturday, we fighting gravity And if you stuck on the ground, stop gettin' mad at me Sunday to Saturday, we fighting gravity And if you stuck on the ground, stop gettin' mad at me Go go go all the way, of the week Everytime time time time let us speak through the speakers Up up up upside down with my peepers Helium got all up in my sneakers Tom cruise cruise cruise top gunning in my air-force one one one's Never stop, air walking like I'm old old oldschool skater, Tony Hawk Not trippin' while I'm getting to the top We get lifted, we get lite we get weightless, we satellites We get lifted, we get lite we get weightless, we satellites Can't Stop Won't Stop. Blitz creek when I'm on this track I get so high like economy seats so you better get your seat back Up right we get light I hope that you ain't afraid of this height Now to the mic I'm makin' em sweat working hard for the Facebook light Now bounce to the ounce with a baby on a knee cap Big ups like a bottle racketeer Flow so quick like I rockin' through a speed trap Got something I'm running for the rear And no need to the Makin' MC's wine gonna crush em like grapes If you wanna battle me get a mask and a cape And a super power and a plan of escape Hey earthwalker sorry if I kept you waiting I was purpulating way up in my spacestation I was mediating crossed-legged levitating The crew and I got so high, even heavens is hating Up here I'm weightless, high above the hatred So much flavor in my sound, you could even taste it Ladies if you feeling down, come and get you face lift Fellas stay patient, we 'bout to make the bass hit We 'bout to make the bass hit We 'bout to, 'bout to, 'bout to! We get lifted, we get lite (Oh) we get weightless, we satellites We get lifted, we get lite (Hey) we get weightless, we satellites Sunday to Saturday, we fighting gravity and if you stuck on the ground, stop gettin' mad at me (Hey) Sunday to Saturday, we fighting gravity and if you stuck on the ground, stop gettin' mad at me JUMP-P-P-P AROUND JUMP-P-P-P AROUND JUMP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P JUMP-P-P-P AROUND JUMP-P-P-P AROUND JUMP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P Throw your hands up in the sky And if you don't feel like it that's cool somebody might spill their drink on you Get lifted, get light, throw your hands up in the sky keep going up and never coming down Gonna make y'all JUMP-P-P-P AROUND JUMP-P-P-P AROUND JUMP-P-P-P AROUND JUMP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P
Writer(s): Kheedim Taek Yun Oh, Charlie G. Bethel, Utkarsh Suresh Ambudkar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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