Song Lyrics

It’s not gonna stop
To the tip of the top
The top
It’s so, so right
On Saturday, it’s live
Saturday
Live, live, live

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh (good try)
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh

High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here
From the corner of your lips
As the orbit of your hips, eclipse
You elevate my

Soul, got no self-control
Living like a mole now
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh

A star, lit up like a cigar
Strung up like a guitar
Maybe you can educate my mind
Explain all these controls
Can’t sing but I got soul
The goal is elevation

A mole living in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, all right son
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
(Give us your poor no, co, co, co)

Love, lift me up out of these blues
Won’t you tell me something true
I believe in you

A mole living in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high, elevation

Come on… ow!
Come on… ow!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on, sugar
Come on
Yeah, yeah
Come on
Move it, hey
No rugged ol’ soul
No

Come on
We all shine on
Like the moon, the stars, and the sun
Yeah, we all shine on
On and on and on and
Come on and

Hey, hey
All right
(Ticka took it to the air)
Oh, oh, oh
Ooo
Come on baby, light my fire
Check it out
Ooo
Yeah
Good night, John
Cool it