Starboots & Love Suits (Zero Gravity Mix) (Cover)

Funk, chill, melodic, groovy, hip hop, upbeat, funk, robot disco

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STUDIO

Permission to land?.

Uh... Yeah.

I touch down, crater dust on the chrome Three lightyears away from my home But I’m local to the rhythm, I’m native to the funk Got the solar flare fabric sitting inside the trunk. Look down. Yeah, peep the footwear, honey Sole so thick it bounce the gravity money. Heel-toe, heel-toe, gliding on the air Got that Milky Way strut with the glitter in the hair. They ain't Gators, nah, these is Meteorite Skins Laced up tight where the galaxy begins. One step, earth shakes, two steps, quake I don’t walk, I orbit, for goodness sake.

We got Star Boots (Stomp, Stomp!) Walking on the moon. We got Love Suits (So smooth!) Walking into the room. Tailored by the stars, fitting like a glove Half made of velvet, and half made of love. (Star Boots! Love Suits!) Keep it moving, keep it moving.

Now let’s talk about the lapels, wide as a wing Double-breasted satin, make the choir wanna sing. No zipper, no button, it seals with a vibe Check the lining inside, that’s the sign of the tribe. Purple haze paisley, cuffs made of gold Temperature controlled, never hot, never cold. I’m sharp as a laser, smooth as a comet If fits were a crime, I’m the one that done it. See, a tuxedo is cool, but a Love Suit is vital Guarantees you the championship title. Pocket square glowing with a neon hue Girl, the reflection in the silk looks exactly like you.

Zero gravity... float with me. Take my hand. Forget the land. We don’t need oxygen. Just the bass. And the kick. And the snare.

And the suits. Cain't forget them suits.

Buckle up, knuckle up, button up the vest North, South, East, to the Interstellar West. I’m the space pimp pilot, the captain of the cool Dipping in the Big Dipper like it’s a swimming pool. Scuff-free, love-free, tax-free style You can see the sparkles from a quarter-million mile. Star Boots on the gas, Love Suit on the seat Heading back to the mothership to upload the beat.

Yeah. Keep it pressing. Don't crease the velvet, baby. Star Boots. Love Suits.

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Permission to land?. Uh... Yeah. I touch down, crater dust on the chrome Three lightyears away from my home But I’m local to the rhythm, I’m native to the funk Got the solar flare fabric sitting inside the trunk. Look down. Yeah, peep the footwear, honey Sole so thick it bounce the gravity money. Heel-toe, heel-toe, gliding on the air Got that Milky Way strut with the glitter in the hair. They ain't Gators, nah, these is Meteorite Skins Laced up tight where the galaxy begins. One step, earth shakes, two steps, quake I don’t walk, I orbit, for goodness sake. We got Star Boots (Stomp, Stomp!) Walking on the moon. We got Love Suits (So smooth!) Walking into the room. Tailored by the stars, fitting like a glove Half made of velvet, and half made of love. (Star Boots! Love Suits!) Keep it moving, keep it moving. Now let’s talk about the lapels, wide as a wing Double-breasted satin, make the choir wanna sing. No zipper, no button, it seals with a vibe Check the lining inside, that’s the sign of the tribe. Purple haze paisley, cuffs made of gold Temperature controlled, never hot, never cold. I’m sharp as a laser, smooth as a comet If fits were a crime, I’m the one that done it. See, a tuxedo is cool, but a Love Suit is vital Guarantees you the championship title. Pocket square glowing with a neon hue Girl, the reflection in the silk looks exactly like you. Zero gravity... float with me. Take my hand. Forget the land. We don’t need oxygen. Just the bass. And the kick. And the snare. And the suits. Cain't forget them suits. Buckle up, knuckle up, button up the vest North, South, East, to the Interstellar West. I’m the space pimp pilot, the captain of the cool Dipping in the Big Dipper like it’s a swimming pool. Scuff-free, love-free, tax-free style You can see the sparkles from a quarter-million mile. Star Boots on the gas, Love Suit on the seat Heading back to the mothership to upload the beat. Yeah. Keep it pressing. Don't crease the velvet, baby. Star Boots. Love Suits.

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