One Time
Yo I'm passed out stoned in the sunshine
Lying down, passing cones for a fun time
One of a kind, you can't find an equivalent
Let it unwind, in a bind I'm ambivalent
I'm not afraid of the rows of teeth
I got away with the golden fleece
Beat the beast with my words alone
Striking them first like rome
Imperial, eat my cereal in a pyrex bowl
I see a hole in the plot
Looking like I'm cold or I'm old but I'm not
Put on my socks tight, off white
Did I get it right, white light in my brain
What a sight to obtain
I got no right to complain
Because the rain's gone, the sky is aflame
Same pain, it's the same song
On a mission, I got vision, I got flair boy
Always dissing my positions, but I'm there
Coy with my crossed shots
Sick of surfing on the same wave
I'm getting slick, I've been working on my lame shave
Slave to my habits
I've been playing with my rabbits in my dreams
Always saying that I'll grab it when it gleams
Ain't got the means to go out tonight
So I write this shit instead
I might just get to bed
Fuck a red coat
Stuck with a dead hope
Hoping away
Say I was hoping to play tonight
Come on and raise the mic
I dont write, I just say the words
Playing it right, like a game with spurs
Man it blurs in my mind, the past
I'm trying to find my glass
I hope this time'll last
Lying down, passing cones for a fun time
One of a kind, you can't find an equivalent
Let it unwind, in a bind I'm ambivalent
I'm not afraid of the rows of teeth
I got away with the golden fleece
Beat the beast with my words alone
Striking them first like rome
Imperial, eat my cereal in a pyrex bowl
I see a hole in the plot
Looking like I'm cold or I'm old but I'm not
Put on my socks tight, off white
Did I get it right, white light in my brain
What a sight to obtain
I got no right to complain
Because the rain's gone, the sky is aflame
Same pain, it's the same song
On a mission, I got vision, I got flair boy
Always dissing my positions, but I'm there
Coy with my crossed shots
Sick of surfing on the same wave
I'm getting slick, I've been working on my lame shave
Slave to my habits
I've been playing with my rabbits in my dreams
Always saying that I'll grab it when it gleams
Ain't got the means to go out tonight
So I write this shit instead
I might just get to bed
Fuck a red coat
Stuck with a dead hope
Hoping away
Say I was hoping to play tonight
Come on and raise the mic
I dont write, I just say the words
Playing it right, like a game with spurs
Man it blurs in my mind, the past
I'm trying to find my glass
I hope this time'll last
Credits
Writer(s): Chili Made Beat, Cosmo Augustus Madden
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