Roman - One Love Baby lyrics

rate me

Two, two, two drop it

One Love in the building,

Tell the people they can ride if they feel me

Tell the people they can ride if they

Tell the people!

Yeah, I'm about love

Young guy with a smile on

That's a good look, don't mind if you try it on

Speak the type of shit to have your mind blown

I'm gon' be the type of kid the FBI should keep file on.

But I just crept up out from writing rhymes in the basement

Expected a reception, but I found an oasis

The old gettin' facelifts

the young don't say shit

I'm a loud mother fucker in a quiet generation.

Tryna decode lies designed to put some fear in ya

I'm warnin' ya, I got the formula, uh, empirical

Living for the love, hoping for a miracle

Smoking, I take a puff

It's potent and so I'm spiritual.

Hey, it's One Love in the building

Tell my people they can ride if they feel me!

Tell my people they can ride if they feel me!

Tell my people, hey!

Tell the people I said:

Chorus:

I live how I want

They think I give a damn but I don't

Cause I'm about love

Fuck what they're on!

Holla deuce to the troops!

Bring 'em all home

Baby, don't you know the kid's got this shit on lock

Baby, let me get a kiss, everything's all right

I fight for the love, you might get hug

The days and the blunts

I lightin' 'em up, I lightin' em...

American Twitter, everybody follows

Walk around the world with no head, sleepy hollow

Rebel, boy you're not a rebel

You know I know you're a rebel when you spit,

But then, you still swallow what they feed you

You just don't know it yet,

You let the television crush your mind like a soda can

Up in the middle east

Why the hell we're even over there?

If you don't feel the heat

Ask a mother fucking polar bear

She asked me do I still keep a smile on me?

Yes mam, if I'm there, every child's gon' eat

Left hand saying fuck em'

Right hand got my pinky in the air

What's up?

Now I'm putting something stinky in the air

Be a one love, baby, baby you don't need a license

Fuck a dog named Spot and a nice picket white fence

The rich go shopping and the poor pay the prices

It's fucked up cause all the rich girls like me!

Chorus:

I live how I want

They think I give a damn but I don't

Cause I'm about love

Fuck what they're on!

Holla deuce to the troops!

Bring 'em all home

Baby, don't you know the kid's got this shit on lock

Baby, let me get a kiss, everything's all right

I fight for the love, you might get hug

The days and the blunts

I lightin' 'em up, I lightin' em...

Can't you hear the world calling, darling

Your boy is so ready for the fight

So I'm heading out tonight

And I might not be back in the morning,

So hey darling, hey darling

Yeah I know that they party, they party

But look at what they started

Bring a hippie shit back, boy

It's hard to believe that it's really this bad, so

hey darling, hey darling

Yeah I know that they party, they party

But uh, regardless

Let your brain stay free

Say fuck 'em, I won't let 'em put the chains on me

Cause they made a product out of women

Arrest us for the herb, and killing us with the cigarettes

Back it with a full clip of facts

And I'll be cool, but in actually they just distract us with some bullshit!

Turn all the news man half of it is some bullshit...

Half the people don't know what's happening,

Angelina and Brad, I think I might have heard enough about them

You ever wondered why you even give a fuck about them?

Cause I do, and I don't even need you to do a last chorus

No conforming to the norms (nuh uhh)

I'm a poet, go hard, I'mma do it

Mayweather, young Flloyd

I bring up what they avoid, focus on what they ignore

You can listen, you can learn, you can blame it on your boy

see, the vision or take a turn

Baby it's your choice!

Still a one love baby if it's versus the law

Spread love, mothafucka,

Don't search for the source!

Thanks to Roman (the writer) for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to J Farell (the producer) for correcting these lyrics