[Verse 1: Solo]
This ain't no One Direction, this the One Day in your section
Standing seven deep, shoulder to shoulder up in the session
The boys band together with many hands and get clever
Keep the heartland under protection
Contraband in our pockets could get us done for possession
That ain't really something I should mention (What you reckon?)
We set it off, 'cause it's seconds to high noon
Taking aim, tryna chase away the blues like a Piru
Need I remind you, how me and mine do?
How A. Diddy, N. Lup' and Jimmy Nice do?
Raph, Kai, my boy Joyride too
Shit, we been holding down the fort since high school
So, consider this the arrival
Driven by instincts for survival
See, besides me, I've always got my pride
So a little man lyin' couldn't ever be my rival
And that's final...
[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]
See, I remember when the broads we was with at fourteen liked Hanson
Now, they smoke weed and pour lean like Hanson
Rap romancin' rap Manson
Rack Charles off the mirrors in your mansion, fuck it, we young and handsome
Vicious cycle for the title, like Lance, when
You've been living off an infinite supply of enhancements
Hands north for the team that forecast their dreams
Weather all the in-betweens that come from taking chances
Raised off George Costanza, Kramer, Jerry, Elaines
I embedded my name before these stanzas
On trains ran through brains like benign cancers
Big man, I Columbine your campus
Gen Y know whose empire's the strongest
Rise been the shortest, sure to last the longest
The flyest girls be all on us, the dawn is surely upon us
Living by the sword but never falling on it, got it?
[Chorus: Jimmy Nice]
Many hands laying blueprint plans
Over benchtops, set it off (Set it off, set it off)
Do you wanna take that chance? Not a gambling man
But the smart money bet on us (Bet on us)
Ayy, what they call that, making light work
Ayy, what they call that, making light work
From empty lots to heavy lit spots
My whole team steady rock, then again, when have we not?
[Verse 3: Nick Lupi]
I'm a proud Australian; somehow, I'm alienated from
Maybe the place that we're becomin'
Vanity of a birthright, towing back boats
With searchlights, the lurch to the right is confrontin'
And we could feel it comin', so we hit the ground runnin'
Cooked up a little somethin' for the kids that bump it
I spit it from the summit, spit it like I was summoned
My country's going backwards, sick to my stomach
And it's easy to feel disheartened
When it feels like home is where the heartless
All I can do is make sure that the quill is sharpened
Let the ink spill till I fill the margins, still we're marchin'
Tryna build, tryna feel catharsis and chill
Close deals over meals with my partners
With many hands, you can shield the darkness
Regardless, steel sharpens steel, you bastards, ill
[Chorus: Jimmy Nice]
Many hands laying blueprint plans
Over benchtops, set it off (Set it off, set it off)
Do you wanna take that chance? Not a gambling man
But the smart money bet on us (Bet on us)
Ayy, what they call that, making light work
Ayy, what they call that, making light work
From empty lots to heavy lit spots
My whole team steady rock, then again, when have we not?
[Verse 4: Joyride, Solo]
(One Day, bitch, check me out, uh)
It's the rap game Goro
Seem like anything we do, the rap game follow
Mad lames with bad game and lame sorrow
Stay sitting in the galleries while we pop bottles
(We some fuckin' role models) So here's a free lesson
On how to make a livin' off a Sunday session
Chillin' in the booth
While she spittin' out confessions, and I'm spinnin' on the decks
Ain't it funny how a few words turn into sex? Like
La la la
You're sitting on the bench, but we don't play
La la la
And if you're tryna throw shade, get the fuck out my way
La la la
Hear the whole crowd singing when we hit the stage, got 'em soundin' like
La la la
We got 'em singin' like la la la la la
[Verse 5: Kai]
(You know who it is, yeah!)
Me and my One Day clique up in the kitchen
We scheming, scheming, and I swear
Last night I had this real vivid dream and the whole room
Was heaving, heaving, now
This is not seven dudes messing round talkin' 'bout doing something
Basic, basic, nah
This is for the bus rides and breakups, boy, this is a decade
In the making, but I'm running out of patience, so watch me take it (Woo!)
Straight out the burbs, west side of the city
Where this white picket fence life got us all itchy
So we hit these corners fast enough to turn ourselves to history
And little missy playing games just to stay busy
So this what I'ma do, put it down with the crew
Yeah, that One Day before I fade away like a ombre
Just wanna to make something special 'fore I'm gone
But I can only see this going one way
[Chorus: Jimmy Nice]
Many hands laying blueprint plans
Over benchtops, set it off (Set it off, set it off)
Do you wanna take that chance? Not a gambling man
But the smart money bet on us (Bet on us)
Ayy, what they call that, making light work
Ayy, what they call that, making light work
From empty lots to heavy lit spots
My whole team steady rock, then again, when have we not?