[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
But that ain't really something I should mention (What you reckon?)
We set it off, cause it's seconds to high noon
Taking aim, trying to chase away the blues like a Piru
Need I remind you, how me and mine do?
How A. Diddy, N. Loop 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 lying couldn't ever be my rival
And that's final...
[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]
See I remember when the girls we we were with at fourteen like 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 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 you campus, gen Y know whose empire's strongest
Rise between 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
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 becoming
Vanity of a birthright, towing back boats
With searchlights, the lurch to the right is confronting
And we could feel it coming, so we hit the ground running
Cooked up a little something 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 can do is make sure that the quill is sharpened
Let the ink spill till I fill the margins, still we're marching
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
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]
It's the rap game Goro, seems like anything we do the rap game follow
And mad lames with bad game and lame sorrow
Stay sitting in the galleries while we pop bottles, with some fucking role models
So here's a free lesson, on how to make a living off a Sunday session
Chilling in the booth while she spitting out confessions, and I'm spinning 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 out my way
La la la, hear the whole crowd singing when we hit the stage
Got em shouting like la la la
We got em singing like la la la
[Verse 5: Kai]
Me and my 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 talking bout doing something basic, basic
Nah this is for the bus rides and break ups, boy this is a decade in the making
But I'm running out patience, so watch me take it
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 is what Imma do, put it down with the crew, yeah that one day
Before I face away like a ombre
Just wanna to make make something special before I'm gone
Bit 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
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?
