Lyricist : Mack Keane/India Perkins

Composer : Mack Keane/India Perkins

I know that I'm him, bitch, I ain't he

I ain't reckless while driving out in these streets

It ain't even a discussion, girl

I'm the only one for you inside this world

Don't do my business out in public, public

Always been above it

Always an assumption

When you up and coming

I stay on the low year 'round

Still your man wanna be me now

Meet me down at the lobby, the W

Rare that I'm here, so you should come through

They don't see how

I see, I see

They don't see how

I see, I see

Remind me when the coast clear

I can't go inside when demons talk in both ears

That's like suicide

Elevate out of here

Till I touch thе sky

Elevate out of herе

Till I touch the sky

I-I-I-I, I see how your ex get down

And why she don't like me

I could care less if you keep touching on me like that

All of your secrets in tact

You keep it low, you don't lack

I let you sneak out the back

It gets crazy, I don't wanna sound selfish

I hope you know

How I move by now

Only few could see the real me

But I'm not hiding, no no no no no

I just stay on the low year round

Can't too many people see me now, oh

Meet me down at the lobby the W

Rare that I'm here, so you should come through

They don't see how

I see, I see

They don't see how

I see, I see

I see

Remind me when the coast clear

I can't go inside when demons talk in both ears

That's like suicide

Elevate out of here

Till I touch the sky

Elevate out of here

Till I touch the sky