Okay, you know those nights when you’re buzzed off your second espresso martini, lip gloss still sticky from making out with that hot bartender, and you’re dancing your ass off? Preston Pierce’s “Levitate” is that moment in song form. It’s giving fuck-your-feelings confidence, midnight joyrides, and sweat-slicked grinding in platform boots. The kind of track that doesn’t just slap—it levitates.
Although Preston name-drops icons like A Tribe Called Quest, Jeff Buckley, and the ever-divine David Bowie—and sure, I hear those influences—you can really feel the funk ghosts whispering through this track. I’m talking Wild Cherry (“Play That Funky Music” realness), Brick with that slinky Dazz groove, and Hot Chocolate’s “Everyone’s a Winner” kind of vocal strut. It’s that sexy, vintage energy—tight harmonies, cocky delivery, and bass that hums in your hips. Especially the Hot Chocolate comparison? Dead-on. The way Preston builds his vocals—slick, confident, unapologetically flirtatious—it’s practically a love letter to that era. But not in a copycat way. It’s more like: I see you, legends. Now, watch me levitate higher. The beat slides like silk sheets on sunburnt skin—cool, smooth, a little dangerous. The synths glow like neon signs over a dirty motel where you’re definitely doing things you won’t be texting your mom about, maybe not even your best friend.
It’s the kind of song you blast on that Bayern Kurve ride at the state fair—full volume, hair whipping, cheeks stinging from the fall wind, adrenaline pumping, and your ass glued to the plastic seat while you scream-laugh with your besties. It’s wild and pure electric nostalgia with a fresh twist.
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Pierce’s vocals are a mood. They glide, flex, tease—and then hit you with that chorus like a power move. “My feet don’t touch the ground / Bitches can’t hold me down / The hottest sound around / Your shit is so profound”
Tell me that’s not the energy we all need tattooed on our lower backs.
What I love is that “Levitate” is more than just a party track; it’s that post-breakup glow-up, that moment you walk past your ex at the club looking so fine that they choke on their vodka cranberry. It’s for every time someone tried to dim your shine, and you came back radioactive.
I actually played this on my way to work the other morning, still half-dead from the night before, sunglasses on to hide the sins, iced coffee clutched like a lifeline. Then that beat hit. I swear to god I went from slumped in my seat to full-on head-nodding, strutting into the office lobby like it was a damn runway. Like— “I took the time to grind / and left you all behind / view from the top is great / now watch me Levitate” —hell yes, Preston. That’s the gospel right there.
And when he chants: “Now you can’t touch me / now watch me Levitate”
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it’s not just cocky—it’s divine. Like some sexy, sparkly resurrection after every messy night, every ghosted text, every bitch who thought they were competition.
This track belongs on every “I’m that bitch” playlist. It belongs in the DJ set right before the lights go down. It belongs on that Bayern Kurve ride, blasting from shitty speakers as the air whips your hair into chaos, and you scream with your whole chest because you feel fucking free.
So yeah. Add it to your rotation. Turn it up. Dance like your enemies are watching.
Levitate like the untouchable goddess you are.
