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letra de one day 1.5 - lawren

[verse 1: n0bigdyl.]
one day i was sitting, listening, thinking ’bout the savior huh
thought that i was safe, i missed the base, i was a player huh
from his way, divorce, misused the force, hey i was vader huh
anakin the mind to show me why i should be scared, ha
demons when they see him, tremble, bow at feet of jesus, yeah
that means they believe him, what’s the difference between me then?
hey they just recognize, they do not serve him with they lives
well i will not make that mistake, gave him my faith go where he’s leading, yuh
they say that’s outlandish but believe in the moon landin
anyway, this year i’m vampin, drawn to blood that paid my ransom
may not be from neighborhood but everybody’s got a binding
young railroads, he woulda stayed for good and lawren’s got me speaking spanish
like i ain’t really in it for the peso, heh
i ain’t really in it for the queso, heh
many of my friends probably fake, bro
even jesus betrayed by un beso
never make moves, unless yeshua say “yes”
or at least i try my best to complain less
a tribe on the move is really contingent upon whether the endeavor or whatever’ll be blessed
everybody wanna be better than the best
everybody say they a veteran and flex, but
i really don’t think when in heaven we are tested or
they gon’ play any of our tapes or c-ssettes and
i know we’ve been saved from the lake and are dead, but
i think we’ve been saved to relay god’s message
ride along with our praise and confession
won by grace and we tryna win the next one. dilly

[hook: lawren]
one day, monday through sunday, tryna be fly but i ran through the runway
one day, monday through sunday, tryna be fly but i ran through the runway
one day, monday through sunday, tryna be fly but i ran through the runway!
one day, monday through sunday, tryna be fly but i ran through the runway!

[verse 2: lawren]
comin’ up everybody working spot yo
always want something if i’m gonna spot you!
wanna twist they fingers like spock do
ran they hands, spitting goons like stocks moves
i wanted a mac, not a booking 11, look mac-11 for the people to look in a cup
so i’ll cook in a cup for l.a. i hand this a book
i’m not being polite, i’m being concerned
i wanna get bisc boy i got some nerve
boy you soft like nerf, k!lled for the turf
you know it’s the summer, gun on the hip, chris wanna come up
catch you slippin, get a bullet on his stomach
yo, my best friend was a [?]
that’s why hely, bang on the east, but the west side feel me
puerto rican dude but i bang with the blacks
it ain’t like that, that’s just facts
i got jumped and they want me to cut someone
i run around but i can’t hide
truth be told, i’m scared to die
they tried to tell me got to fit in i don’t see why
i was too busy trying to rep for my side
got a bunch of white powder in the back of my ride
tell ’em

- lawren

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