Levitate Lyrics - Macklemore

[Verse 1: Macklemore] 

I said "woo", don't make me 

Break out the velour suit and the Stacey's 

Give me a baseline and a break beat 

Fuck around on the dance floor, make a baby, watch me 

Got a cane with a gold tip 

Gucci ice cream tat type flow, bitch 

I could make it rain, but I won't, shit 

'Cause I'm cheap, motherfucker and I don't tip (I don't) 

Watch out, I'm about to pull this new watch out, ta dow 

Puttin' in work, we don't clock out 

How 'bout, we go and cut the rug at the pow-wow 

Get to movin' and breakin' and poppin' like wild style 

Electric boogaloo 

She movin' that body like a booty in a hula hoop 

Gave her that look like, "You don't know what I'd do to you" 

And she was like "Oh my God, I just Googled you" 

Jheri curl, mullet on some Mario Lopez 

Last call, then we go and hit the coat check 

Lyft outside, buenos noches 

Now tell that motherfucker, take us back to the homestead, gone 

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[Chorus: Otieno Terry] 

Now take your shoes off in here 

We don't need to talk (we don't need to talk) 

I said "I'm shooting for the moon, baby" 

Now watch me walk (watch me walk) 

I don't believe in gravity, honey 

I'm an astronaut (I'm an astronaut) 

Just wanna see you levitate, and I'ma watch (I'ma watch) 

[Post-Chorus: Otieno Terry] 

Whoa whoa whoa (Whoa whoa whoa) 

Yeah yeah yeah (Yeah yeah yeah) 

Hey now (Hey now) 

Alright now (Alright now) 

Gon' levitate (Gon' levitate) 

Gon' levitate (Gon' levitate) 

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[Verse 2: Macklemore] 

Oh shit, she just gave me her number (number) 

You now dealing with the Irish hustler (hustler) 

Like a 2002 Usher (Usher) 

Let that burn, nah, I'm wearing a rubber 

Plaid on me, dancin' like a one man army 

Turn a funeral into a dance party 

Meet the Holy Ghost, I'ma catch me a body 

You don't wanna see me when I start doin' the zombie, Thriller 

Master P, barbecue chip, Percy Miller 

That's a rap snack, I'm a fat dad, got some fat abs 

Sweatin' like I'm eatin' jalapeños out in Baghdad 

You ain't on the level, got a medal for the flash dance 

You ain't fucking gigging, what the hell you getting mad at? 

I pulled up in that purple thang 

I didn't dress like Prince in Purple Rain (oh my God) 

Lions, cheetahs like the circus came 

And I should charge everybody to observe the game 

Pour shots, big up and fuck cops 

Invite the whole neighborhood to a party on my block 

Up rock a booty, juicier than a cumquat 

Boyfriend mean muggin', little buddy fuck off 

[Chorus: Otieno Terry] 

Now take your shoes off in here 

We don't need to talk (we don't need to talk) 

I said "I'm shooting for the moon, baby" 

Now watch me walk (watch me walk) 

I don't believe in gravity, honey 

I'm an astronaut (I'm an astronaut) 

Just wanna see you levitate, and I'ma watch (I'ma watch) 

[Post-Chorus: Otieno Terry] 

Whoa whoa whoa (Whoa whoa whoa) 

Yeah yeah yeah (Yeah yeah yeah) 

Hey now (Hey now) 

Alright now (Alright now) 

Gon' levitate (Gon' levitate) 

Gon' levitate (Gon' levitate) 

[Outro: Otieno Terry] 

Gon' get down, we gon' get down 

Get down so you gotta get up 

Don't sit down, don't sit down 

Two steppin' 'til the sun come up, come on 

We gon' get down, get down 

Get down so you gotta get up 

Don't sit down, don't sit down 

Two steppin' til the sun come up, come on 

Gon' get down, we gon' get down 

Get down so you gotta get up 

Don't sit down, don't sit down 

Two steppin' til the sun come up, come on 

We gon' get down, get down 

Get down so you gotta get up 

Don't sit down, don't sit down 

Two steppin' til the sun come up, come on