Left Foot Right Foot
Walking down the street suit and tie
FIDI finance guy my oh my
Even his shoes got buckles
Perfect hands cuticles and knuckles
Headed towards a cubicle
Mr. nice watch watch forged in the crucible
Merrill Lynch never flinch
Never mention the late nights
No tension on his face right?
No tension but he got
Ten ton boulder on his mind
Getting older on his mind
He was bolder in his prime
Putting on his socks, left foot right foot
Putting on his briefs left foot right foot
Putting on his pants left foot right foot
Walking out the door left foot right foot
This ain't the sorta song they play on the radio
But Imma keep doing me even if they don't play me though
That's fine I'm molding my sound just like play dough
Way I'm making money got some play dough
Way I got the truth in my bars I'm like Plato
I don't need the bitches fancy cars airplay though
Imma keep spinning my songs like tornados
One day wake up my song on the radio
Watch as I go left foot right foot
Down to the store left foot right foot
Always on the go left foot right foot
Always wanting more left foot right foot
Some days it's all sunshine and rainbows
Wearing flip-flops flip flops tip top down
To bottomless pit Lazarus pit
Take a pit stop
Damn this a shit stop (get it?)
Some days in the dark of the night
I wonder if I'm doing it right
Christopher Nolan take the right shots
I know I'm gonna make it alright watch
I know I'm gonna make it alright watch
Watch as I go left foot right foot
Down to the store left foot right foot
Always on the go left foot right foot
Always wanting more left foot right foot
Old man reading news sat down didn't mean to intrude
Background blues or something like this background instrumental
Had something on my mental
See this life I'm living there's something bout it
Some days I wake up vision clear
Some days it's clouded
Should I keep chasing dreams or do without it
Should I quit I doubt it, but I hear my critics loudest
He sat thought about it
Mouth opened what came out it
Yeah what came out it?
Everybody wakes up left foot right foot
On the floor left foot right foot
Out the door left foot right foot
Even on a tour it's left foot right foot
FIDI finance guy my oh my
Even his shoes got buckles
Perfect hands cuticles and knuckles
Headed towards a cubicle
Mr. nice watch watch forged in the crucible
Merrill Lynch never flinch
Never mention the late nights
No tension on his face right?
No tension but he got
Ten ton boulder on his mind
Getting older on his mind
He was bolder in his prime
Putting on his socks, left foot right foot
Putting on his briefs left foot right foot
Putting on his pants left foot right foot
Walking out the door left foot right foot
This ain't the sorta song they play on the radio
But Imma keep doing me even if they don't play me though
That's fine I'm molding my sound just like play dough
Way I'm making money got some play dough
Way I got the truth in my bars I'm like Plato
I don't need the bitches fancy cars airplay though
Imma keep spinning my songs like tornados
One day wake up my song on the radio
Watch as I go left foot right foot
Down to the store left foot right foot
Always on the go left foot right foot
Always wanting more left foot right foot
Some days it's all sunshine and rainbows
Wearing flip-flops flip flops tip top down
To bottomless pit Lazarus pit
Take a pit stop
Damn this a shit stop (get it?)
Some days in the dark of the night
I wonder if I'm doing it right
Christopher Nolan take the right shots
I know I'm gonna make it alright watch
I know I'm gonna make it alright watch
Watch as I go left foot right foot
Down to the store left foot right foot
Always on the go left foot right foot
Always wanting more left foot right foot
Old man reading news sat down didn't mean to intrude
Background blues or something like this background instrumental
Had something on my mental
See this life I'm living there's something bout it
Some days I wake up vision clear
Some days it's clouded
Should I keep chasing dreams or do without it
Should I quit I doubt it, but I hear my critics loudest
He sat thought about it
Mouth opened what came out it
Yeah what came out it?
Everybody wakes up left foot right foot
On the floor left foot right foot
Out the door left foot right foot
Even on a tour it's left foot right foot
Credits
Writer(s): Chad William Newbry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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