levels

Levels, where's the levels? I want basses, mids, and trebles I want faces screwed at the party Instruments with strings and pedals Levels, where's the levels? I want basses, mids, and trebles I want sound that's stupidly crisp and cleaner than sift That's mixed with Dettol detergent Got a disinfectant where the dirt is So it makes sense why I work with respect, you don't get it, you earn it And if this track is a service, then it's SM on the sermon And if SM on the mic, then it's 7B or 58, either way, I'm ready to murk it Seven seas, I'm ready to surf 'em I'm tryna gig somewhere I can fly away I'm with the P.O. doubling the keys and keep it strictly on a Steinway I wanna open top with three plus two, but I need it to sit on the driveway With this beat shaking the drivers If they peeking, I'm checking 'em Levels, where's the levels? I want basses, mids, and trebles I want faces screwed at the party Instruments with strings and pedals Levels, where's the levels? I want basses, mids, and trebles I want sound that's stupidly crisp and cleaner than sift That's mixed with Dettol It's a cycle, cycle that I'm in So I cycle, cycle to the inn 'Cause I like all, like all of the drinks that they serve at the bar No, I might go in, yes I will go, will go to the inn Talking a beat, still floating Slap on the drums, get rhyming I'm stood on the stage and I'm with Simon and it's, hmm, what is it? Extravagant, impeccable, incredible I'm so high off the crowd right now and I didn't even smoke one spliff nor edibles But somehow, man, I find that I'm floating Like ducks that are rubber and soaking I don't wanna sink under the ocean, so I'm outside to the rave composing I like lines, not like coke in a line But let me get a Coke and a lime If I add rum to the cup right now, then I'll cycle home, not a boat, it's a lime I'm speeding the footpath tonight with a bottle of the booze and a broken light and it's Sick, my vision is fucked in general, but I'm not a general guy It's, it's, it's the General T In general, my burner CD I spin tunes to the dance sometinme And I make wavs off the mp3s If I speak, reload likely We've been setting up levels and the MCs Yeah, I'm ready on G for the drop I've been practicing this all week Levels, where's the levels? I want basses, mids, and trebles I want faces screwed at the party Instruments with strings and pedals Levels, where's the levels? I want basses and mids, and trebles I want sound that's stupidly crisp and cleaner than sift That's mixed with Dettol So don't be surprised that the levels is raising Just 079 'cause we bring vibes for any occasion Festivals, birthdays, baby showers, weddings, engagements Just remember, Stay Close is the name From the rave when we was in Manchester, not Exeter On stage with the cables exceller I still don't share Andrex, ha-ha, I unbox standards, I'm an exceller I make sales and I price excellent And I reckon I can sell lime to a lemonade stall Got stush clients that never take calls But they pick up when Simon bell 'em This here is a back-to-back section And we provide the vibes, love, and connection You might see us on cyphers in sets with Milly getting chilly inside the set section I've been setting it down my two pence Then it's out to the dance in the front left section Guitarist on the right still shredding No venues, lesser cycle, we set them Levels, where's the levels? I want basses, mids, and trebles I want faces screwed at the party Instruments with strings and pedals Levels, where's the levels? I want basses, mids, and trebles I want sound that's stupidly crisp and cleaner than sift That's mixed with Dettol Levels, where's the levels? I want basses, mids, and trebles I want faces screwed at the party Instruments with strings and pedals Levels, where's the levels? I want basses, mids, and trebles I want sound that's stupidly crisp and cleaner than sift That's mixed with Dettol