Elevator Funk: Floor 23

[Intro] [spoken, over funky beat] Aw yeah, bottom floor. Doors open. And then she walked in... dang. [Verse 1] Doors slide shut, it’s me and her, just us two, She’s a dime piece, face gleam like morning dew. Asked her, “What’s your floor?” She said, “Twenty-three.” Heart skipped a beat—same floor as me. She’s fly, no turbulence, curves absurd. Body language loud, she ain't said a word. I’m thinkin’, "This my shot, today’s my day!" A nine-point-nine, but the butt scream “A!” [Prechorus] Before I could drop a line so sweet, There it was—*a squeak.* The air turned thick, my dreams turned bleak. Bruh, the funk hit hard, I could barely speak. [Chorus] She pooted and tooted, polluted the air, Silent assassin, girl, this ain’t fair. She pooted and tooted, dreams got disputed, Floor twenty-three, but the vibe got booted. [Verse 2] I’m frozen, motionless, trapped in this box, The smell hit my soul, my whole world rocks. Like gym socks marinated in despair, Like a trash fire met a skunk in its lair. She played it cool, like nothin’ went down, But I’m gaspin’, holdin’ my breath, battlin’ this brown cloud. Wanted to flirt, but now I’m just prayin’, To make it to twenty-three without decayin’. [Bridge] [funky bassline drops, whispered vocals] Oh Lord, why me? Why now? She fine as wine, but this air’s so foul. My lungs on strike, my heart betrayed, Cupid shot the arrow, but the fart grenade.