Infinite One Day Lyrics

One Day Lyrics

(now one day)

 

 Yo, who stepped off rage

 Broke cracked bottle tops, spilled this forever

 Whites, no trace, leather jacket zipped up to his face

 He dipped behind the wall, Shalenka couldn't aim to touch it

 These cats have started something that they couldn't finish

 Now they flee the country

 Yo, shot guy, God please forgive this life we're living

 Takin' mans for diems, aiyo, hands on your head where I can see 'em

 The chron's shone, spit out the combine

 I'm tryin' to make my exit real quick

 We leave no form of evidence

 

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 Bakin' slugs out the dark

 Wild shoot-outs through the park

 These jail houses overcrowdin'

 All my thugs remain calm

 Money turnin', trees is burnin'

 But one day, it'll be gone

 (now one day)

 I'm your suspect

 

 

 Yo, heavy chrons with small engravments

 Digits wit' small letters that name it

 Man created, but always to blame it

 I'm far rusted, pushin' your glusted, you busted and pussy

 Open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy

 You're pyro, I got one eye lookin' straight down the barrell

 Don't mistake me for shhhh, I'll eat your food and real quick

 Burn up the gear I dressed in

 Meanwhile the motive got them itchin' questions and guesses

 What would you ask God if you had one question?

 Aiyo, deal wit' your family in your life

 Don't try to flop mine, they puttin' over dates and trials

 Little snitches turn into coffins and push six

 A man could be my worst enemy, I'll take this

 >From pyramids, beer caps to dollar bills with faces

 Got me chasin' bloody papers

 Scatterd 'cross the floor like forty acres

 So tired that, better yet, picture this from beer caps 

 To dollar bills, black clips, lyrical high tips

 

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 Yo, half a dutch inside a candle seed

 Liquor bottles in cemetarys

 'Nuff built up inside my body, but the Lord is my salvation

 Still have to make a move, cause just put off

 Broken fingers on metal tables, hands off, I'll pull off

 Black caddies and starlen windows that's bulletproof

 All you could see is fog off the door

 And richotched to the floor

 thirty-four fours, align your back, all straight to your jaw's jaws

 All pause, lookin' through the barrell, it's all yours

 

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