I feel like I'm living the dream

But it's not what it seems

Don't wanna be part of the fame

Hating the love

Loving the hate

No wonder we never be wanting to change

Making no cents but stacking the stress

What does it mean to be covered in pain

Half of these motherfuckers are just

Popper Docking

I'm a rabbit

I walking astray

Wait

I can still think back

To the days I was like lemonade

Still chasing the crowd

Waiting around

Surround sound

Head in the cloud

Feet on the ground

Bringing back into time, oh shit

Thinking about my mean old chick

Even though I've been told tricks

Are loving to be on their boldness

We elevate

We elevate

We elevate (go)

Elevate (go)

We will keep on pushing this until the war's won

Motherfucking microphone checker

The man with the gadgets, call me the Inspector

We killin' these stages, wondering who is better

They ask em who's number 1

TJAKA

Say less sir

Passing level 1 was learning how to press the buttons down

Pubs with indie bands, didn't matter who could hear our sound

Stepping up on stage you can't see it but I feel the crown

Rocket fuel blasting into the moon any second now

Cats staring in the mirror saying they are talented

The hard road is taken by the ones who are talentless

Leave em in the cabinet, less adequate

Motherfuckers saying I should've made it cause I'm passionate

Fuck that

You got a dream you gotta dedicate

It's the kings who came before that I try to emulate

Foot down, accelerate

I will never hesitate

Rise up motherfucker

This the time to elevate

We gonna elevate it up Q1

For all my boys calling out too gun

Went from a few fans to a few hun'

We satisfied but we'll never be done

We rip it up till the Beyblade's spun

Until the weights on our shoulders are gone

Until the teeth fall out, gums

We will keep on pushing this until the war is won