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spose & cam groves - higher elevation lyrics

(make some noise for my motherf-cking man, cam groves
thank you, portland)

[verse 1: cam groves]
i hear a lot of talking macho
but your sh-t is softer than the option of a taco
talk is- talk is cheap like when shopping at a costco
when i- when i set it off all my ops is getting toppled
the underdog like a dingo
but on the inside, feel free like it’s bingo
hanging with my kin folk, rolling up that indo
eliminate the pain like i’m taking out a window
my sixteen’s pristine
it’s me, i’m better, each letter fit clean
heard y’all spit dog sh-t, nauseous, nah b-tch
couldn’t- couldn’t flow dog if you found a faucet
eliminate impostors and frauds who like to name-say
hop up on this sh-t and whip your -ss without a nae nae
you sucky rappers need to sixty nine like treyway
hard stuff, raw tough, bars nuts, payday

[hook: spose]
i remember how they told us “man, look
you’ll never make it in”, had to pull the ambush
never gonna comedown like the band bush
now we moving higher, back down can’t look
we mastered the basics, they mastered the fakeness
we just put the conversation to detonation
soon as they put the tape in, higher elevation
(where we gonna take ’em to?) higher elevation

(y’all keep the same energy for my brother, spose one time, make some noise)

[verse 2: spose]
we survive while you die, that’s darwin
last time i sucked i was a toddler
your career swimming with a dolphin
lock us out, then we put a ladder to the window like dawson
eastlin west in checked in like dunston
i could make it to a benz out of that datsun
’cause i got that ambition, the man spitting, the fans listen
cam [?] after the transition my transmission
international correspondents with fan base
sh-tty weed in england, that’s okay let’s have the clam bake
bro, you’re a snake, how the h-ll you’re gonna handshake?
i’d rather jump into dude’s fan blade and eat a used band aid
stack my money, never ending pancakes at ihop
schemed on my plot since the ipod
since i was twenty like the vision of a cyclops
in the blizzard with the scissors and saliva moving higher (and higher)

[hook: spose]
i remember how they told us “man, look
you’ll never make it in”, had to pull the ambush
never gonna comedown like the band bush
now we moving higher, back down can’t look (we’re too high)
we mastered the basics, they mastered the fakeness
we just put the conversation to detonation
soon as they put the tape in, higher elevation
(where we gonna take ’em to?) higher elevation

[outro: spose]
we’re just getting started i mean we got you all night, right?
bars nuts, raw tough, payday
c’mon, c’mon chris
too good

- spose cam groves lyrics

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