She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke

Who made who, who made you? Who made who, ain't nobody told you? Who made who, who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill, and who made who? The video game says "play me" Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a

When I'm up I can't get down Can't get down, can't get level Get my feet back on the ground I am the fountain of affection I'm the instrument of joy And to keep the good times rolling I'm the boy, I'm the boy, You know the world could be our oyster, You

Say yeah (yeah) Yes, we can You're my woman, don't need another Get behind the other, we can lift each other Tornado weather, we another level Don't you know that we're able? Let alone makes us major We can now sit at the table And grow in his favor

I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that It's not sold separately, they know I come with that Hey, what you got? I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct That slap, they say they want that slap Hunnids overlappin', that's a wrap EarDrummers

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah All of my homies

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

I like the bass when it booms You like the high-end treble I'm like the ninety-ninth floor And you're cool on street level I like the crowd rock, rock, rock, rocking it loud You like the sound of hush, hush Hey! Keep it down High tops, flip flops, retro,

Where are you now There's cops on the road, fuck 'em Wherever you go, I'ma follow You got the cash, well I'm about to come in and embezzle Man I'm on a whole 'nother level I put the bass up in your face And you feeling it treble You jokers corny like