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ONE MORE FLOOR lyrics
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Intro
Two a.m., Brickell, cranes still lit... phone unlock, that little sound... here we go.
Verse 1
Started on the Metromover, hopped it for the angle, camera in my teeth, two flights up a Wynwood scaffold. Synced my jump to the sound everybody had downloaded, landed, didn't post the limp, just the part that floated. Two-fifty followers laughing, then a thousand watching, 441 in the background like a logo I ain't paid for, told myself the height was free, I'm borrowing the floor.
Pre-chorus
Phone at ten percent, heart at a hundred and ten, sync it to the sound, hit record, do it again. Hold the camera steady, let 'em watch me lean in.
Chorus
One more floor, one more floor, camera up, I don't look down, higher I climb, the less this city make a sound. That chime in my chest like a countdown, one more floor and I'm coming down.
Verse 2
Climbed the one in Brickell, forty-one and still framing, glass floor on the deck, my sneakers on the city. Posted at 2 a.m., woke up to two-point-one, a blue check call me brave, I ain't say I was numb. Hanging off a beam for a brand check that say zero first. Momma seen it on the news before she seen it from me, asked me, baby, what you tryna let everybody see?
Verse 3
Now security know the hoodie, the guard got my picture, resident filming me filming, clip inside a clip, a mirror. I-95 in my ears like a hiss, every camera a witness, they don't want the autograph, they want the arrest. Heart faster than the view count, ahead of the beat, out the pocket, forty-one floors of glass say my name back wrong, chime knock like a...
Pre-chorus
They know my face from the feed, not my name, not my block, forty-one stories of glass and I'm still feeling watched. Railing wet from the bay air, grip starting to slip, hold the camera steady, one more clip, one more...
Chorus
One more floor, one more floor, camera up, I don't look down, higher I climb, the less this city make a sound. That chime in my chest like a countdown, one more floor and I'm coming down.
Verse 4
B-stairwell on a flicker, mopped floor, no sign, back way down 'cause the lobby know me by line. Foot caught the wet on the landing, the whole world went quiet... phone left my hand, kept recording every stair it was flying. Steps in clatters, eleven, the camera went black, on my back on the concrete laughing so I don't react. Two-point-one watched me go up, not one heard me land, right?
Bridge
I wasn't doing it for strangers, I wanted the block to look, wanted Carol City to clock me, put my name in somebody mouth. But that sound won't catch me when the stairwell finally does, and the views don't visit the hospital, comments don't know my blood. Forty-one floors to feel seen and I landed by myself... one more floor, one more floor... I don't want it on a shelf.
Verse 5
Back on the court in Carol City, chain net answer when I shoot, both feet on the ground, low to the rim, nothing to prove. Phone propped on the bench, that same sound soft from a kid, I flinch at the edge of the bleachers, a height I never did. The crane still up over Brickell, see it from the 954, let it stay a skyline, don't need to be its forty-first floor. One more floor used to mean climb... now it mean I'm already there.
Pre-chorus
Knee still clicks when it rains, palms still know the grip, that sound still live in my chest, but I'm done with the trip. Camera down for the first time, let the kid have the lens, one more floor in my head and I...
Chorus
One more floor, one more floor, camera down, I look around, lower I stand, the more I finally hear the sound. That chime in my chest, not a countdown now, The sound won't catch me now one more floor and I touched the ground.
Outro
One more floor... both feet down. Carol City. I'm still here.
Inside the recording
Two a.m., Brickell, cranes still lit... phone unlock, that little sound... here we go.
Phone at ten percent, heart at a hundred and ten, sync it to the sound, hit record, do it again.
One more floor... both feet down. Carol City. I'm still here.
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