"The One" lyrics
Big Sean & Hit-Boy Lyrics
I know that you're somebody else's guy (I know)
But these feelings that I have for you I can't deny (whoa, whoa, yup)
She doesn't treat you the way you want her to (It's easy, as you make it)
So come on stop running (Look)
Architect the way I take it to extreme measures
Sometimes you gotta break your life down to build it better
The game softened up a lot, it's time to add some pressure
A lot of peers, we ain't spoke in years
Yeah, you could go pretend like I ain't here but that just shows me how much y'all threatened
Y'all new music? Don't ask me how I feel about it
Don't got problems bein' real, I got real problems
Old school, top down, slidin' to Phil Collins (Swerve)
And, God, my Phil Jackson
And somehow He blessed me with Uncle Phil wallet (Frrrt)
But my other Uncle Sam in my pockets, it's like I'm philanthropic (Damn)
I'm blessed though, he only takin' it because I got it (Don)
Look, if I peel out, I squeeze
I hype and go beast, you boys is hype beasts (Beasts)
You boys light, I move at light speed
So rooted, hurricanes to me's are like breeze
Watch me, fuck TV but the way I channel shit (The way I channel)
Yeah, more like a conduit
Plus it's goin' gold if I ever put palms to it (Yeah)
And I did my whole career in napalm fluid (Yeah)
See we the ones that blowed up, y'all niggas blew it (You blew it)
Bet on me to never fail, it never fails, that's how we do it (Do it)
You don't have the right to hate on me
Unless you took your mamma out of hell then in the Hills then move her to it (To it)
And the way I dealt with love, it's like I get consumed
By girls who never satisfied with everything I'm doin' (Damn)
It's like once I give 'em space, they gon' want the moon
Shit, I'm already a star, what more can I do? (Do)
The world picked me, must have good taste and be picky
I'm that nigga for real, I don't know what it's like for girls to not want me
Only know what it's like when they miss me
You either believe it or not, it's not Ripley's (No way)
Late night studio sessions, our stomachs would touch backs
No matter how far, a handy click and we touch back
It's been lookin' up our whole lives, we'll never have hunched backs
Leavin' everybody where they have me fucked up at
Mountain top views where the inspirations spews (Spews)
Sometimes when you lose, that's when innovation cues (Cues)
Everybody favorites, just imitation you's (whoa)
Talkin' in the mirror more than occasional (Yeah)
'Cause that's the only who gon' relate to you
'Cause you the one
For real
But these feelings that I have for you I can't deny (whoa, whoa, yup)
She doesn't treat you the way you want her to (It's easy, as you make it)
So come on stop running (Look)
Architect the way I take it to extreme measures
Sometimes you gotta break your life down to build it better
The game softened up a lot, it's time to add some pressure
A lot of peers, we ain't spoke in years
Yeah, you could go pretend like I ain't here but that just shows me how much y'all threatened
Y'all new music? Don't ask me how I feel about it
Don't got problems bein' real, I got real problems
Old school, top down, slidin' to Phil Collins (Swerve)
And, God, my Phil Jackson
And somehow He blessed me with Uncle Phil wallet (Frrrt)
But my other Uncle Sam in my pockets, it's like I'm philanthropic (Damn)
I'm blessed though, he only takin' it because I got it (Don)
Look, if I peel out, I squeeze
I hype and go beast, you boys is hype beasts (Beasts)
You boys light, I move at light speed
So rooted, hurricanes to me's are like breeze
Watch me, fuck TV but the way I channel shit (The way I channel)
Yeah, more like a conduit
Plus it's goin' gold if I ever put palms to it (Yeah)
And I did my whole career in napalm fluid (Yeah)
See we the ones that blowed up, y'all niggas blew it (You blew it)
Bet on me to never fail, it never fails, that's how we do it (Do it)
You don't have the right to hate on me
Unless you took your mamma out of hell then in the Hills then move her to it (To it)
And the way I dealt with love, it's like I get consumed
By girls who never satisfied with everything I'm doin' (Damn)
It's like once I give 'em space, they gon' want the moon
Shit, I'm already a star, what more can I do? (Do)
The world picked me, must have good taste and be picky
I'm that nigga for real, I don't know what it's like for girls to not want me
Only know what it's like when they miss me
You either believe it or not, it's not Ripley's (No way)
Late night studio sessions, our stomachs would touch backs
No matter how far, a handy click and we touch back
It's been lookin' up our whole lives, we'll never have hunched backs
Leavin' everybody where they have me fucked up at
Mountain top views where the inspirations spews (Spews)
Sometimes when you lose, that's when innovation cues (Cues)
Everybody favorites, just imitation you's (whoa)
Talkin' in the mirror more than occasional (Yeah)
'Cause that's the only who gon' relate to you
'Cause you the one
For real
Writer(s): Allen Jr. Gordon, Tamara Johnson, Sean Michael Anderson, Chauncey A. Hollis, Ozan Yildirim, Andrea Monica Martin, Jesse Blum, Ivan Matias, Cheryl Elizabeth Gamble
