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Infinite - One Day (Radio Mix)



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  (now one day)
  
  Yo who stepped off rage
  Broke cracked bottle tops spilled this forever
  Whites no trace leather jacket zipped up to his face
  He dipped behind the wall Shalenka couldn't aim to touch it
  These cats have started something that they couldn't finish
  Now they flee the country
  Yo shot guy God please forgive this life we're living
  Takin' mans for diems aiyo hands on your head where I can see 'em
  The chron's shone, spit out the combine
  I'm tryin' to make my exit real quick
  We leave no form of evidence
  
  [Chorus]
  Bakin' slugs out the dark
  Wild shoot-outs through the park
  These jail houses overcrowdin'
  All my thugs remain calm
  Money turnin', trees is burnin'
  But one day, it'll be gone
  (now one day)
  I'm your suspect
  
  
  Yo, heavy chrons with small engravments
  Digits wit' small letters that name it
  Man created, but always to blame it
  I'm far rusted, pushin' your glusted, you busted and pussy
  Open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy
  You're pyro, I got one eye lookin' straight down the barrell
  Don't mistake me for shhhh, I'll eat your food and real quick
  Burn up the gear I dressed in
  Meanwhile the motive got them itchin' questions and guesses
  What would you ask God if you had one question?
  Aiyo, deal wit' your family in your life
  Don't try to flop mine, they puttin' over dates and trials
  Little snitches turn into coffins and push six
  A man could be my worst enemy, I'll take this
  >From pyramids, beer caps to dollar bills with faces
  Got me chasin' bloody papers
  Scatterd 'cross the floor like forty acres
  So tired that, better yet, picture this from beer caps
  To dollar bills, black clips, lyrical high tips
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Yo, half a dutch inside a candle seed
  Liquor bottles in cemetarys
  'Nuff built up inside my body, but the Lord is my salvation
  Still have to make a move, cause just put off
  Broken fingers on metal tables, hands off, I'll pull off
  Black caddies and starlen windows that's bulletproof
  All you could see is fog off the door
  And richotched to the floor
  thirty-four fours, align your back, all straight to your jaw's jaws
  All pause, lookin' through the barrell, it's all yours
  
  [Chorus]
  
  
  
  




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