Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
One Day
One Day
Performer
Joyride
Joyride
Vocals
Horrorshow
Horrorshow
Vocals
Jackie Onassis
Jackie Onassis
Vocals
Spit Syndicate
Spit Syndicate
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J Boserio
J Boserio
Composer
N Bryant-Smith
N Bryant-Smith
Composer
R Dix
R Dix
Composer
A. Gauchan
A. Gauchan
Composer
D Neurath
D Neurath
Composer
Nick Lupi
Nick Lupi
Lyrics
K. Tan
K. Tan
Composer
Jimmy Nice
Jimmy Nice
Lyrics
Soloperego
Soloperego
Lyrics
Joyride
Joyride
Lyrics
Kai
Kai
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Simon Cohen
Simon Cohen
Recording Engineer
Mitch Kenny
Mitch Kenny
Mixing Engineer
Joe Carra
Joe Carra
Mastering Engineer
Adit
Adit
Producer
Crabbz
Crabbz
Producer

Texty

We steady rock for the lost causes
That flock, like what you got for us
Set it off like we got orders
Now, we tryna take the show across borders
Lock up your scotch and your daughters
Shit, on my off days, I could mop the floor
With most y'all so-called hotshot performers
You think you god's gift, you can walk on water
A tall glass of water, what the doc ordered
I used to think I was a baller, what a shot caller
I would hit it, then not call her
Take a look at what that got for ya
Just to learn, locking down a good girl, that's a tall order
You ain't good enough, not for her
You a spin bowler, in the top order
That clear enough for ya? That mean you outta your league
And what I speak get 'em out of they seats, and the beats
Keep on pounding when you out in the street, you feel it down to your feet
Doubters can get down on their knees, man, it's sweet
We out here for keeps, and for freaks
And for the music you can feel real deep, know what I mean?
Used to scheme how to break through to the beat
Now, the whole team make moves to the beat
Could never do what we do to the beat
We pay dues, stay true to the beat (To the beat)
Mo' fire, add fuel to the beat (To the beat)
So you better play it cool to the beat (Play it cool)
'Cause there ain't no rules to the beat (Yo)
'Cept we don't suffer fools to the beat, true indeed
No six pack
But I been strong, they call me the King Kong of sing song
'Cause any track that Joyride been on
Turn rappers' careers to black like windows with the tint on
While your girl's hitting on these white balls like it's ping pong
That Ai Fukahara steez
While you sellin' cheap knock-offs like you Balinese
So I'm gonna have to ask you to pardon these nuts
While I put my team up, well, it seems One Day got the scene sussed
And y'all just seem suss, and plus
We make it look easy, bruz, y'all ain't fuckin' with us, just
Lay back and chill, here's some real shit for ya
Still, I shoot to kill when that real paranoia get into ya
Do you reckon I'd ever come in second when
On any given record, I criminally wreck it, record deals
Helped you afford those chrome wheels
But nobody in your ride knows how that drive feels
If you could walk a mile in mine, for real
You tryna escape a bushfire in higher heels
Ask yehiel if his homie's been a live wire, tryna climb
Skies higher than the ones that I admire
Your memory is random access
My memoirs be classics, best bars on both hemispheres
Relax, kid, my team got it from here
And the next year, then next year, then next year (Yeah)
Used to scheme how to break through to the beat
Now, the whole team make moves to the beat
Could never do what we do to the beat
We pay dues, stay true to the beat (To the beat)
Mo' fire, add fuel to the beat (To the beat)
So you better play it cool to the beat (Play it cool)
'Cause there ain't no rules to the beat
'Cept we don't suffer fools to the beat, true indeed
Find me listening to
Santana, with my bad bitch in Atlanta
Talking mad shit, oh grandma
I hope you wouldn't mind my bad manners
But my dilemma, is we all addicted to that glamour (Uh)
I came to get it motherfucker, did I stammer?
So g-g-get back in line, lil amateur
It's that time, yeah, it's that time
Oh, is that the game? Well, I think that's mine
Better wind back the clock if you want shit on rap time
'Cause the future looking brighter than a fucking bat sign
Give it back? Nein, no never, I'm so clever
No hablo, but I'ma push it like Pablo
Take a sip of agua, not tryna be agro
You just gotta know I'm on a higher plateau
I'm down at Better Daze getting blazed with Raph, though
Cook up a classic in an hour flat
Long as the clique bounce, man, I'm proud of that
'Cause who else we do it for?
I'm just trying to make you feel okay
'Cause I know how strange these days be
And when you come around my way
You talk about how your life got crazy
But we gon' work it out one day
Used to scheme how to break through to the beat
Now, the whole team make moves to the beat
Could never do what we do to the beat
We pay dues, stay true to the beat (To the beat)
Mo' fire, add fuel to the beat (To the beat)
So you better play it cool to the beat (Play it cool)
'Cause there ain't no rules to the beat
'Cept we don't suffer fools to the beat, true indeed
Written by: A. Gauchan, D Neurath, J Boserio, James Dean Boserio, Jimmy Nice, Joyride, K. Tan, Kai, N Bryant-Smith, Nicholas Mark Lupi, Nick Lupi, R Dix, Raphael Philip C. Dixon, Rowan John Dix, Soloperego
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