Heels - Q-Tip

High

Low

Closed or open toe

You be looking good when you rock 'em so

Put your heels on, girl

Them heels on, lady

Get your grind hard

You drive me crazy

Palms get sweaty, I’m imagining things

When I see what reality brings

I get choked from your vision uncomparable

So dime, a man, I could write a parable

Killing when I go back to my rat hole living

Michaelangelo, you’re on the ceiling

That outfit you’re wearing

With them pretty eyes wherein

I can see your mind’s eye staring

Planning on changing the world just like me

You could be the chairwoman

And I’ll be the trustee

Let me give all for your benefit

Then I’ll get blessed out my deficit

Heels

High heels

Real heels

Ball hard

Blue jeans fitted

'69 Caddy, fully kitted

Muscle, cool town taught you about the hustle

Went away to school

You packed your duffle

You had them sexy little heels for that frat house

Damn

You want a little boy or little man?

Then only for you to even think to doubt

How your heels set it off when you toe up out

When you walk around the streets

Men and women break their strides

And want to see

Schoolgirl jeans

You’re the star that’s going far

I’m

When you stroll

Those streaming eyes

Clarity comes from you

And

But them heels

Them heels

Whoa

Them heels

Them heels

Them heels