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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Egypt
Egypt
Additional Vocals
SZA
SZA
Additional Vocals
Taz Arnold
Taz Arnold
Additional Vocals
Thundercat
Thundercat
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Composer
Brock Korsan
Brock Korsan
Composer
Daveon Jackson
Daveon Jackson
Composer
Kasseem Daoud Dean
Kasseem Daoud Dean
Composer
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Lyrics
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Egypt
Egypt
Producer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Yung Exclusive
Yung Exclusive
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Pimp, pimp (Hooray)
Pimp, pimp (Hooray)
Hooray
Pimp, pimp (Hooray)
Hooray
[Verse 1]
Love won't get you high as this
Drugs won't get you high as this
Fame won't get you high as this
Chains won't get you high as this
Juice won't get you high as this
Crew won't get you high as this
Hate won't get you high as this
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate, uh
[Verse 2]
Love won't get you high as this
Drugs won't get you high as this
Fame won't get you high as this
Chains won't get you high as this
Juice won't get you high as this
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate
[Verse 3]
Life won't get you high like this here, no
He won't get you high like this here, no
She won't get you high like this here, no
For free won't get you high like this here, no
Two keys won't get you high, no, no, no
Bentleys won't get you high, like, no
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate
[Verse 4]
Life won't get you high, no, no, no
He won't get you high, no, no, no
She won't get you high, no, no, no
For free won't get you high, no, no, no
Two keys won't get you high, no, no, no
Bentleys won't get you high, no, no, no
Bars won't get you high, no, no, no
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate
[Verse 5]
Shut your fuckin' mouth and get some cash, you bitch, you
You be in your feelings, I be in my bag, you bitch, you
Santa's reindeer better have some ass, you bitch, you
Everything I'm working gotta be the gas, you bitch, you
[Verse 6]
Shut your fuckin' mouth and get some cash, you bitch
You be in your feelings, I be in my bag, you bitch
Santa reindeer better have some ass, you bitch
Everything I'm working gotta be the
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate
[Verse 7]
Me don't want problem (Me don't want problem)
Me don't want trick (Me don't want trick)
Me do want dollars (Me do want dollars)
Me want it big (Me do want dollars)
Me don't want problem (We ride Impalas)
Me don't want trick (Me don't want trick)
Me do want dollars (Me don't want trick)
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate
[Verse 8]
We don't want problem (We don't want problem)
We don't want trick (We don't want trick)
We do want dollar (We do want dollar)
We do it big (We don't want problem)
We do it big (We don't want problem)
We do it big (We don't want trick)
We don't want problem (We don't want problem)
Levitate, levitate, levitate, levitate
[Verse 9]
Compton is where I'm from
Is where I'm from, where is I'm from
[Verse 10]
Yeah, yeah
Young Egypt
Look, look
[Verse 11]
I feel like Pacino in Godfather, I'm charged
Our Father who art in Heaven, Kendrick at large
Came in the game with a plan of beatin' the odds
What an accomplishment, broken promises
Kept my focus anonymous till I dealt with the consequence
The greatest, the latest mogul, you know what time it is
You **** fear me like y'all fear God
You sound frantic, I hear panic in your voice
Just know the mechanics of making your choice and writin' your bars
Before you poke out your chest, loosen your bra
Before you step out of line and dance with the star
I could never end a career if it never start
[Verse 12]
The murderous capital, avenues lookin' like Evil Dead
Zombies with batteries to the head
The flattery of watchin' my stock rise
The salary, the compensation tripled my cock size
I run through these stop signs with no brake fluid
Just premium gas, do it for dolo
Crash markets and prejudiced tags, look at my photo
Black excellence, pessimist, died countin' my coin
Hope it's evident that I inspired a thousand emcees to do better
I blew cheddar
On youth centers, buildings and Beamers and blue leather
Forecastin' my future, this is the future
The mastermind until my next album, more power to you
[Verse 13]
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, this is a fifteen minute song
We're just jammin' out, we on stage
Taz, we just jammin' out
Hundred thousand
Hundred thousand, you gotta see it, look, look, like
Go back to the down note, they all sing this shit
Everybody
[Verse 14]
Now I don't let you down, down for you see, you see, you see
But I don't shake you down, dog, for you, you, you, you, uh
They say the government ain't the truth, truth, truth, truth
And the politicians always mislead the youth, youth, youth, youth
[Verse 15]
But head is the answer, head is the future
Don't second guess yourself
Come on, give me some help
Hey, one more time, band, I need y'all to help me out right now
Head is the answer, head is the fut-
It's the future, that **** said
Don't second guess yourself
Come on, give me some help
[Verse 16]
Say come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, my background singers
Sing come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
I say, girl, you make me wanna, uh
Great, this, the hoes screamin' now, I mean, uh
I said, baby, you make
You make me wanna just-
Baby, you got me speechless right now, yeah
I gotta take it there, I ain't even playin' no more, uh
[Outro]
Said you just make me wanna drag you down to the ground, to the ground like
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, yeah
You just make me wanna drag you down to the ground, to the ground, like
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
And baby, if your mama's around, if your mama's around
If your mama's around, if your mama's around
Tell her, tell her
No discrimination
She young **** chasin'
And she gon' get this dick too
I said, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, yeah ****, aye
You gotta do it, man
We gon' lay that shit
Yeah, we gon' lay that shit, man
Written by: Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
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