CYNE - One Day lyrics
[CYNE - One Day lyrics]
Hello, open doors come on, honey
You new to this
Red rum all over the place, storms a brew
Which
Can't be stopped, topple Towers of Babel
Capital of cowards who shower
Themselves with superpowers
I reign supreme in this reign of things
Superficial missile of material
Goods you fling (dream)
All your money at
(son) put it all on black (what?)
Throw it where you love, honey
How you love that? (Nah)
Flip you like a bird, nigga
Put you in the back
Throw you in saran wrap now we making cash
Killing my community
But now I've got some rims
High-rise on big bigs is how I live
Custom alligator interior, what I did
Sold they momma a hit
But now look at the kids
Am I just a fresh of death, dope-boy hero?
Or just another dumb nigga
Killing off his people?
But who am I to judge what others do because
Their shoes don't fit my feet
Velvet lined slippers to the
Hardest of cleats
Thank Elohim for a moment of peace
Hallelujah y'all
I robot, not, shot sheriff (whoa)
Mouth full of gun powder speak, nigga blow
Go march to a different drum
The drummer-boy sung
And y'all ain't know he had it
In him poetry in motion run!
Got metaphor to escape tragedy
Crack sale, blackmail, I guess it had to be
Consequence had to be consequence
Midnight in a perfect world
Looking for a savior
Turning to the end of all
The children for some paper
What about community? My people
Need some answers don't want to do wrong
But my baby need Pampers
Don't want to do wrong
But the Chevy needs some rims
The latter statement is just
A nigga commitin' sin
Time and time again, watch the cycle begin
Selling your love short
Ruin your next of kin
You new to this
Red rum all over the place, storms a brew
Which
Can't be stopped, topple Towers of Babel
Capital of cowards who shower
Themselves with superpowers
I reign supreme in this reign of things
Superficial missile of material
Goods you fling (dream)
All your money at
(son) put it all on black (what?)
Throw it where you love, honey
How you love that? (Nah)
Flip you like a bird, nigga
Put you in the back
Throw you in saran wrap now we making cash
Killing my community
But now I've got some rims
High-rise on big bigs is how I live
Custom alligator interior, what I did
Sold they momma a hit
But now look at the kids
Am I just a fresh of death, dope-boy hero?
Or just another dumb nigga
Killing off his people?
But who am I to judge what others do because
Their shoes don't fit my feet
Velvet lined slippers to the
Hardest of cleats
Thank Elohim for a moment of peace
Hallelujah y'all
I robot, not, shot sheriff (whoa)
Mouth full of gun powder speak, nigga blow
Go march to a different drum
The drummer-boy sung
And y'all ain't know he had it
In him poetry in motion run!
Got metaphor to escape tragedy
Crack sale, blackmail, I guess it had to be
Consequence had to be consequence
Midnight in a perfect world
Looking for a savior
Turning to the end of all
The children for some paper
What about community? My people
Need some answers don't want to do wrong
But my baby need Pampers
Don't want to do wrong
But the Chevy needs some rims
The latter statement is just
A nigga commitin' sin
Time and time again, watch the cycle begin
Selling your love short
Ruin your next of kin