One Day
Treat others how you wanna get treated
Been saying that since 09
Spitting putting shivers up your spine argh
Doing it in any weather
I fein progression
Was fourteen feining nicotine for pleasure
Pain is temporary greatness is forever argh argh
I'm on a different level
Never gonna settle
Gas you up like heavy metal
Bringing steam into booth like a kettle
Ay
Let me change my battery so I'm incharge
You never catch me sipping on no dirty sprite
Watch me set the world alight
If you can't hear me right then use your left ear
It's quite clear
Ay
Cop a quarter
Bubbling up waters
Like I'm mentally slaughtered
Still bombing in rhymessss
I'm calling in my mortars
What goes up gotta come down
One day
One day everybody gonna be looking at me like Ay
I see that one day always in my dreams
Getting deep like submarines
I was born a machine argh
Running up on Willy wonka for my ticket
Always coming in with spirit
Every minute Im spitting is wicked
So suck your mom to all the critics
No time to be a gimmick
Lyrical surgery
Robbing into your playlist like burglary
Storming through with urgency
Don't act like you never heard of me
Ay
Lyrical artist
Painting my pictures with words
Back to back tracks written and
Stinging like a red back where's my air max and VB six pack
It's a disgrace I'm the devil with a pretty face
Usually higher than space
Salmonella when I'm spit this raw
Six pack but I ain't talking bout my core
Take a jab to the jaw
Spitting bars then get an applause
Argh
Flow so tekki up front for my team like I'm Messi
Rolling out of bed and I'm eating bars for brecky
Ay
Rolling jimmies topping rimmies like its cheese on pizza
Breathing creeping in the grass like a cheetah
I see that senorita It's nice to meet ya
She suss my verse now she following me like the leader
She eager
My verse stinging like a sting ray
Ay
I never ever betray
Forever living like it's my last
I fkd school cos I past it
I spit these bars and no teacher even had to draft it
My pen is my pickaxe I craft it
Going for victory use to be sick of me now I spit wicked you see
People keen but music isn't even in my jeans
Still rising in the scene
Been saying that since 09
Spitting putting shivers up your spine argh
Doing it in any weather
I fein progression
Was fourteen feining nicotine for pleasure
Pain is temporary greatness is forever argh argh
I'm on a different level
Never gonna settle
Gas you up like heavy metal
Bringing steam into booth like a kettle
Ay
Let me change my battery so I'm incharge
You never catch me sipping on no dirty sprite
Watch me set the world alight
If you can't hear me right then use your left ear
It's quite clear
Ay
Cop a quarter
Bubbling up waters
Like I'm mentally slaughtered
Still bombing in rhymessss
I'm calling in my mortars
What goes up gotta come down
One day
One day everybody gonna be looking at me like Ay
I see that one day always in my dreams
Getting deep like submarines
I was born a machine argh
Running up on Willy wonka for my ticket
Always coming in with spirit
Every minute Im spitting is wicked
So suck your mom to all the critics
No time to be a gimmick
Lyrical surgery
Robbing into your playlist like burglary
Storming through with urgency
Don't act like you never heard of me
Ay
Lyrical artist
Painting my pictures with words
Back to back tracks written and
Stinging like a red back where's my air max and VB six pack
It's a disgrace I'm the devil with a pretty face
Usually higher than space
Salmonella when I'm spit this raw
Six pack but I ain't talking bout my core
Take a jab to the jaw
Spitting bars then get an applause
Argh
Flow so tekki up front for my team like I'm Messi
Rolling out of bed and I'm eating bars for brecky
Ay
Rolling jimmies topping rimmies like its cheese on pizza
Breathing creeping in the grass like a cheetah
I see that senorita It's nice to meet ya
She suss my verse now she following me like the leader
She eager
My verse stinging like a sting ray
Ay
I never ever betray
Forever living like it's my last
I fkd school cos I past it
I spit these bars and no teacher even had to draft it
My pen is my pickaxe I craft it
Going for victory use to be sick of me now I spit wicked you see
People keen but music isn't even in my jeans
Still rising in the scene
Credits
Writer(s): Tyla Campbell, Leon Stanford, Lewis Rowsell, Jimmi Kendall, Luc Morris
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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