Elevator Music (Feat. Nay Mapalo, Marcos Mena & Forrest Rice)

Try to take your own advice
Trust me, do it, don't ask why
Begin beacon, become an antennae

Listen, I've been through it all
Looking like a Cynthia doll
I've got the numbers to prove
Numbers are nothing at all

Falling slowly
I recall
Elevator music
Playing in my soul

Layered paint on subway rails
Chipped away by fingernails
Idle antsy hands are sure to wear ya down

A geological dig
Revealing everything
The inner theater kid
Wish he was stealing the scene