Ocean Beats - One More Time lyrics

[Verse 1 : Francis] They talkin' ‘bout practice, they talkin' ‘bout practice This is our living room: home court advantage I'm picking a path, i'm taking my chances Making a pact, cuz you know that imma stray from the map My pack has the answers Y'all are my anchors, got an idea for art? how bout we craft it? What does it mean to be happy? What is a dream without action? A flip with a script, and i'm asking: can i really live without acting? Cuz i cannot spit without dancing Now you know a Francis: he's got a fam that's ma**ive, a talented band A man with some pa**ion, like dad, he's a little bit handsome They're bumpin' my drafts, i try to keep channelin' Zac Put wings on your back, and things in your bag, and sing you some magic MC with the hammer: can't touch it, the mic gonna smash ya It's too hot (what you mean?) i'm seein' em tagging my handle I understand where i'm standing, i couldn't stand ‘em, raising the standard Hello it's Francis, your biggest fan; here, dope, i'll give you a pamphlet [Verse 2 : Francis] The world's my sandbox I'll never build my castle on sandlots Can't build kingdoms just by saying lots, i'm praying God So maybe i should never stop handing out samples Pardon my ramble, i get off-track on tracks Don't lemme distress by a damsel Life full of chapters, we are the authors Music is water and air I breathe it in often Let us pick up on our calling You and me really have so much to offer We got this [Call & Response] Who got this? (We do) You need to know i see you Because i hope you be you Because we need you [Verse 3 : Francis] Why they all sound salty, while we sound so seasoned The reason's so sound, imma hit the ground dreaming Moms i'm getting features, pops we're getting featured The student used to be stupid, now that dude's teaching teachers Y'all need some more bleachers, i'm Oprah with the t-shirts The vision's so clear, like eyeliner's on fleek And valedictorian speeching, it's everyone's achievement I think it's in my genes, better watch for my nieces Believe it, i won't be an ex-rapper, it's Professor Francis X And the X-Men, a team of x-factors But ain't nobody knew us, now at the least the crew does They'll say the boy blew up, nah Simba just grew up Free wheelin' show stealers, tell me people mo' realer Know this, it's mo' lit than neighbourhood dope dealers Go k** it Rest Then get to prepping for that next show Ready your set We've been here since the get go Let's go Lions