One Foot

[Chorus]
One foot
In front of the other
My bubble is sealed shut
Ain't fielding no troubles
My cupboard filled up
My fingers stink of rubble, my nigga
I've seen corruption, my nigga, I mean
One foot
In front of the other
I fell and I scraped yesterday
But I got no more skillful equipment to take steps today
Locked it in the middle of dreads
I'm just tryna' feel for a second my nigga

[Verse 1]
I'm sick of sipping out a spigot every morning
Flow to gullet image, mirror can't contend
Within the course right in the middle of shit
But I'm inconspicuous with it
Tilting the filter a bit, convince you your milieu will kill you
My quill filled with salvation
Was built up drilled to have patience
For vacuum seals, capsules, cracked laughs
And all their concatenations
My smile crooked cause my bile cooking under the pavement
Cry to the crowd, a wowed member lipstick on me I'm caked in it
I promise if I pushed you it was only cause faith was in you
Smiles look the same resentment compiled, while the laymen Kissing the mouth of the snake with venom, I'm out
I'mma nation builder, making pillars sanction my bank account
I'mma laser image of my creators
I pray for nouns and he crate them in I make them sound great Then pray for smiles but he can’t commit
To pin down
Cause it ain’t specific
That same agenda may engender clout for the maintenance
In which case I vacate and grimace
Same appendages
Pacing made for ending shit
I break in places gilded and
I play with phrase to fill it in
No virtue under unjust law
The gracious thing is militance
My people sing to me in language grade school say is jibberish
But shit is soul how niggas sewn sole lifting in the interim
But shit is soul how niggas sewn sole lifting in the interim, it's just

[Bridge]
It's one foot
In front of the other
It's one foot
In front of the other
It's one foot
In front of the other
It's one foot
It's one foot
In front of the other
My bubble is sealed shut
(uh, just keep going, fuck it)
Aye, aye, man, man, aye

[Chorus]
It's one foot
In front of the other
My bubble is sealed shut
Ain't fielding no troubles
My cupboard is filled up
My fingers stink of rubble my nigga
I've seen corruption my nigga
One foot
In front of the other
I fell and I scraped yesterday
But I got no more skillful equipment to take steps today
Locked it in the middle of dreads
I'm just tryna' feel for a second
Just tryna' feel
Just tryna' feel for a second
Just tryna' feel