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tyc - one day lyrics

verse 1

i finished college
and if i’m honest
i wasn’t really feeling uni
so i said a gap year
could help me to clear my mind
every time i asked for advice
i felt as if this life wasn’t mine
so i decided i’ma live it how i like
but don’t misunderstand i stand for knowledge, love and light
in music i found solace and the power to abolish depression
i lost friends
i was pent up in my room
in my tent
tryna make the room to improve disappear
can i vent? i need air
no will but i stare as the rain drops down my face
i see clear(claire) and miss freeman ain’t ever lived around my way
suitcase just incase it gets all too much
it’s me myself and i in the mud
so i know i can rely on the mud
to lead schools to my streams
on my dean
it seems
queens is only in ny
so i could never wife a slim
i’m forever alone
i’ve outgrown here
from where they hate to see you grow up
deme the ugly duckling
i’m different
reeboks got my soul lifted
drifting far away
i’m really just tryna find my way

hook

we gone reach our dreams
one day
if they wanna hate fam
f-ck they
we gone find love man
one day
but until then its just one day
x2

verse 2

everyday is the last
this can’t last for long
my adolescence is gone
can only find it songs
all my money’s in music
and i rarely go out
i’m either in the stu or court i’m not about
i’d rather that then getting sentenced
don’t label me i need independence
i ain’t bending, i ain’t aang
she don’t get it nor the plan
all the gang can and will
f-ck a can, f-ck a will
i’m the hottest
please stop it
check the temp
your a temp
clock out
clock how
i’m on job full time
if my rhyme reaches one that’s enough
and i hate to contradict and stuff
but i refuse to be that d-ck that never busts
i was a p-ssy n-gga trust
but that me caught dust
theres nuff talent in the struggle
we’re double s’s but its famine in the camp, who would’ve guessed it

hook

verse 3

all the b-tches
that were dissing out bootcuts and reeboks
are gonna be sitting stressed
mama told me i’m blessed
i’m at the bar spitting spirit
losing digits
sipping sake for the sake of it
take it a bit
but don’t you dare skip my tracks
just wheel it until you crash
this minute i won’t get back
take note but don’t change
heres a tip rearrange your mind
its high time
hop off mine
find you
so me and you can us
bus rides
seeing copies all the time
and hearing gimmicks in rhymes
i spit just how i live it
chit chat i’m not with it
its given i’m wishing and wishing for my brothers well being
hope this well doesn’t fail to answer this being
i’ve been seeing em preeing
that was pre muddy
post all i want is fan mail in a hurry
and fan girls i need to fan
one day

- tyc lyrics

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