[Intro: broken gqom kicks dodging beat one, toms rolling low] Lift goes twelve, fourteen, never stops between Doors open anyway, welcome to thirteen [Verse 1] Glass tower went up where the laundromat stood Developer said the Bottoms ain't a name that sells good So he printed the Heights on the banners and the vans And he printed every button with a gap in the plan Buttons go twelve, then fourteen, real cute You can skip a whole floor, but you can't skip the truth Rent on my floor is half what the rest pay 'Cause rich folks pay double just to count the wrong way Lady in the lobby won't ride up with me Crossed herself twice when I pushed fourteen Super won't come up, says the floor's got a chill I fixed my own sink, I'm from the Bottoms, still Whole river in my window at a discount rate Superstition is a tax, and I don't pay [Hook] Thirteen, unlucky for some Floor thirteen, and I'm the lucky one Push fourteen, but you know where I'm from [Verse 2] Halloween night, plastic bats on a string Doorman in a cape, and he still won't press the thing Kids in the lobby with a dare and a sack Ride up to thirteen, see if anybody comes back So I opened up my door, and I'm standing in the hall Black cat on my shoulder, and I named him Lucky, that's all Walked under the ladder that the painters left out Spilled salt on the carpet, didn't throw it, didn't pout Cracked my bathroom mirror, seven years, I'll take the bet Seven years is a lease, and I ain't missed a payment yet Opened an umbrella in the lift, let 'em stare Handed full-size bars to every kid brave enough to be there Told 'em, scariest thing in this building ain't me It's a rich man paying millions to be scared of thirteen [Hook] Thirteen, unlucky for some Floor thirteen, and I'm the lucky one Push fourteen, but you know where I'm from [Verse 3] Mister Pell's in the penthouse way up on forty-four Ask Mrs. Chen on twelve what she thinks a four is for He renamed my floor, then he renamed the block Put a seven-dollar latte where the barber used to chop Call it the Heights, I don't give a fuck what you print It's the Bottoms in the bones, and the bones don't rent You can paint it, you can brand it, you can skip it on the panel It's still thirteen, and I'm still the one you can't handle They're scared of a number, and the number is me Every October they come knocking just to see [Bridge: toms only, the sub rumbling] You can take a word off a button You can take a name off a street You can call a thing whatever sells It's still the thing beneath your feet [Final Hook: for the first time all song the kick lands right on beat one] Thirteen, unlucky for some Floor thirteen, and I'm the lucky one Call it the Heights, but you know where I'm from Ride it to the top, it's still the Bottoms, son [Outro] Lift goes twelve, fourteen, never stops between Doors open anyway, welcome to thirteen [End]
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