[Intro: Guitar Riff from Tame Impala's 'Let It Happen']

[Chorus:]

Day one, day one

Make it happen one day, gotta start at day one 

Day one, day one

Make it happen one day, gotta start at day one 

One day, day one

Make it happen one day, gotta start at day one 

One day, day one

Make it happen one day, gotta start at day one 

[Verse 1]

I been busy grindin’, you got fired on your day-off (how?) 

Clocking in ten thousand hours, hoping it’ll pay off (think it might!) 

Straight derivative, clones, beat need some napalm

 If I was tryna ride trends, I’d prolly switch to Kpop (switch it!)

Gave myself permission to be a beginner

Used to want my damn flowers, now I want my chicken dinner (winner! Winner!)

Turn that pot of water, from a boil to a simmer (sizzle sound)

Couple gold medals hanging off the neck of a swimmer (Phelps!)

Flexing, had to give em all a reason to cope (Check it) 

Diesel a lil showboat, catch me deking the coach (my b) 

Keep a calm demeanor, got em taking it slow (slow)

And when it comes to white rappers I'm the beacon of hope (Diesel!) 

Stealing water from the fountain of youth, I got my bowl in my lap, and my back on the roof

Design my casket in the shape of a booth

From the cradle to the grave, only taking the truth (facts!)

[Chorus:]

Day one, day one

Make it happen one day, gotta start at day one 

Day one, day one

Make it happen one day, gotta start at day one 

One day, day one

Make it happen one day, gotta start at day one 

One day, day one

Make it happen one day, gotta start at day one 

Verse:

I’m making music but what does it all mean?  (Huh?)

Building hype for a song that they prolly won’t stream (doubt it) Work ethic solid, its a sight to be seen (peep it)

But gaining traction feels Like throwing punch in a dream (slow!)

Tortured by my aspirations, (what!) deal with the complications 

I forgot how to vacation, (stress) Climb up the Appalachians 

Spare me the congratulations, (save it!) too busy overthinking

Shoot myself right in the foot, (fuck!) that's self-flagellation 

Married to the game, making sure that they know (taken!) 

Had to hit the courthouse, so that we could elope 

Chasing after lost days, busy doing the most (the most!) 

Know I’m still a lil rookie, tryna hang with the pros

No Imposter syndrome, cause it feels so right (right!) 

Yeah the way I’m spitting rhymes got these rappers so tight (so (tight!) 

White boy flowing, (ayeeee)

Skills keep growing, (ayeee)

The door may be closing but the invitation open (ayeee!)