Wings OnlyOne (Ft. Illmac)
"Wings - OnlyOne (Ft. Illmac)" is a hip-hop track released in 2014. The song explores themes of perseverance, self-discovery, and the struggles of life, emphasizing the importance of rising above challenges. The lyrics convey a message of hope and resilience, encouraging listeners to embrace their journey. Musically, it features a blend of introspective verses and a melodic hook, creating a reflective atmosphere. The collaboration between OnlyOne and Illmac showcases their lyrical prowess, contributing to the song's impact within the underground hip-hop scene. #HipHop
[Verse 1: OnlyOne]
Yeah
We never could believe in our father, our fathers failed us
We broke the law only for mail, and they jailed us
I ain't have too many friends, my friends were illustrated
Cried the day my mom came home, rehabilitated
Even before my child, I had mouths to feed
I was looking out when nobody was looking out for me
Just to think I started my hustle, with a ounce of weed
But in the end I still got arrested, for a pound or three
We was listening to Tupac, Hit 'Em Up
A bag of guns in a club the homies, lit it up
Shoplifted paint, hit the train and, did it up
Big bro doing stickups, fingers, twisted up
Me and Ill used to roll like a E pill
Freestyle all night in my Sedan de Ville
Learned how to make songs with the Sandpeople
They gassed me up, I ain't even need a refill
Started spitting the day I heard Big L
Got a lotta dreams, some bigger than Denzel
I got a wild story I hope that it ends well
Am I right, am I wrong, sometimes I just can't tell, but
[Chorus: OnlyOne]
One night I had a bad dream
And you said it'd be okay
I did a lot of bad things
I knew I'd never get away
But one night I had a dream
The next morning I didn't wake
That night I grew wings
That morning I flew away
Yeah
We never could believe in our father, our fathers failed us
We broke the law only for mail, and they jailed us
I ain't have too many friends, my friends were illustrated
Cried the day my mom came home, rehabilitated
Even before my child, I had mouths to feed
I was looking out when nobody was looking out for me
Just to think I started my hustle, with a ounce of weed
But in the end I still got arrested, for a pound or three
We was listening to Tupac, Hit 'Em Up
A bag of guns in a club the homies, lit it up
Shoplifted paint, hit the train and, did it up
Big bro doing stickups, fingers, twisted up
Me and Ill used to roll like a E pill
Freestyle all night in my Sedan de Ville
Learned how to make songs with the Sandpeople
They gassed me up, I ain't even need a refill
Started spitting the day I heard Big L
Got a lotta dreams, some bigger than Denzel
I got a wild story I hope that it ends well
Am I right, am I wrong, sometimes I just can't tell, but
[Chorus: OnlyOne]
One night I had a bad dream
And you said it'd be okay
I did a lot of bad things
I knew I'd never get away
But one night I had a dream
The next morning I didn't wake
That night I grew wings
That morning I flew away
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