One day (whole song) RJD2 beat

[breathless]

I've been off and on working on an RJD2 - In Rare Form mixtape for way too long, finally dusted off the files and completed the last verse for another one, i think there's like 6 tracks left to finish, 10 to record, 18 total... someday i'll complete it, but yea, i broke it down completely *wrong* if you care to *not be able to* follow with the beat
... *i figured out part of the inconsistency. Where the initial beat drops I started the 4/4 timing halfway through a bar, and it's closer to a 15-16 second mark spot on though, but the rest of the timings are slightly off so I removed em, but the blank bars do follow with the 4/4 timing, and I used a metronome because RJD2 has some wonkiness where it's hard to keep pace. Also a "..." represents one head nod and bolded words are basic head nod expression points... It is faster than typical*



One Day

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If the time will ever come...
then... it's probly now...
but i wouldn't switch this life with anyone's...
even when i'm down an' out...
i just wish that i had more than ten dollars...
...and less problems... ...
but if i bitch an' whine any longer...
... i doubt i'll ever solve 'em...
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i was shielded from pain, never dealin' with the harm I dealt
now it's peelin' off like paint, I gotta feel what my armor felt
It's startin' to settle in, everything real's gettin' hard to tell
apart from what never is, I see all the relevance
... never envisioned with the darkness I was dwellin' in
i just needed a better image and to sharpen up the pencil tip
stencil in the shadows with fine lines...
get a grip on this reality and eventually find mine
...it's an adventure through time's spiraled spring
everysingle step i take, i wind up on the other side a' things
...I'd die to bring my old self back
...but i don't think I can, so i can't
there's no drink or magic potion I can swallow to travel
to the past before the brink of where i followed the battle
but that'll be impossible anyhow, i'm hostage to
a captor who's trapped in my subconscious and wanting out
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If the time will ever come...
then... it's probly now...
but i wouldn't switch this life with anyone's...
even when i'm down an' out...
i just wish that i had more than ten dollars...
...and less problems... ...
but if i bitch an' whine any longer...
... i doubt i'll ever solve 'em...
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I'll still act like a warrior with a forty four magnum
in my back, not strapped, just stuck with hands up
gettin' jacked by a thug, down on his luck who wants crack,
what, did I ever do to deserve this crap?
what, missin' karmic dues did i forget i had?
what, is it makin' you wanna get attached?
'cause if i say an' do what i've did in the past
then it's the same for you once opinions have clashed
go ahead an' begin at the last good thing remembered
instead a' the vast, coulda been somethin' betters
but never lose the memories locked inside yer mind's vault
ya mighta thought everything gone in time'll die off
but i'm a chief example of survival when high walls
always block the paths and not climbin' 'em, if I fall
it's overwith, there's no more sense in holdin' on than hopin' God'll dig
a hole through all these obstacles an' lift his folded palms
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If the time will ever come...
then... it's probly now...
but i wouldn't switch this life with anyone's...
even when i'm down an' out...
i just wish that i had more than ten dollars...
...and less problems... ...
but if i bitch an' whine any longer...
... i doubt i'll ever solve 'em...
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it'd be my pleasure to be in the presense of measures that equal sentences
everysingle time a rhyme has entered between it's predicate
and subject, but, then, again and again
I get the impression that just lettin' the edges slip is better
as long as ya bring it back clever, string the tracks 'til tethered
So whether ya sing or rap, ya gotta keep yer act together
stray away from the beaten path and greet the bad weather
face it, be the man you may've never had as a mentor
Do what you were sent here for, what you need incentives for?
i write text like my pencil's forged from metal, edged in precious ore
when it ain't even real lead in the center of it's core
I bet yer shakin' yer head, like yer next to a tennis court
'cause either you don't get it or it's too much metaphor
for your head to absorb when swarmed with speech forms
no one'll teach our teens to believe in
you've already been forewarned, as for me, i'd be leavin'
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If the time will ever come...
then... it's probly now...
but i wouldn't switch this life with anyone's...
even when i'm down an' out...
i just wish that i had more than ten dollars...
...and less problems... ...
but if i bitch an' whine any longer...
... i doubt i'll ever solve 'em...
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