Everybody rise, we about to get very live
Right before our very eyes is a very fly portrait
Captured by photographic memories
Actively basking in revelry
Much better to be living the moment
Than to behold it through a camera phone lens recording
Performing in orbit I'm soaring
From those on the floor get roaring applause when
I come through dancing as smooth as Pam did
In B.I.G.'s One More Chance vid, commanding
Total attention, Can't You See what I did there?
Pardon me if visually impaired, in fairness
I'm gone off endorphins, adrenaline, heaven is
Right here alright, on site
A dose of paradise, mine eyes seen the glory of
Screams of euphoria, enjoying the
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, getting up, get, get 'em up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High
Open bars no liquor license, sober thoughts
The liver likens, to vintage wine sips from
A bottle straight, too turnt to moderate
Brain swirling more than marble cake
Twisted as spiral staircases, amazing how
Hair raising raps laid down in the basement
Prepare pathways to rarefied air spaces
Nearly faint from the elevation, it's breathtaking
Beyond intoxicated or faded
Or what the stakes is, so lifted the
Stage is lit by congregations of Constellations
Moonwalking totally off the pavement
Free from gravity limitations
Astral plane escapist, who be taking it way, way
Some other space and time, where watercolors
Paint the sky, above awaits the
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, getting up, get, get 'em up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High
Bound to launch off stage to shake, the pretty petals off of the
Wallflowers wasting space, you're now in a sacred place
Crowd engagement taken up a level, and you're welcome
If you got a crew you better tell them 'cause
Packed or ten deep, rap intensely
'Til gas is empty, I'll crash eventually
But it's worth the sweat drenched ascension
Take 8 steps to Zen perfection in the next dimension
And yet still dissension is prepared for
Able to sense when some tension is airborne
But we don't need no ego beef, when p-o-v
Is party only vibrations, we go deep
Until we over everything, gliding
Excited, as our wings widen
Free flying, and the reprise is
Keep rising, keep rising
