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Big Sean, Hit-Boy - The One
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
SWV
SWV
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Composer
Ozan Yildirim
Ozan Yildirim
Songwriter
Andrea Martin
Andrea Martin
Songwriter
Ivan Matias
Ivan Matias
Songwriter
Tamara Johnson
Tamara Johnson
Songwriter
Cheryl Elizabeth Gamble
Cheryl Elizabeth Gamble
Songwriter
Allen Gordon
Allen Gordon
Songwriter
Leanne Lyons
Leanne Lyons
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
OZ
OZ
Producer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jesse Blum
Jesse Blum
Additional Producer

Lyrics

I know that you're somebody else's guy (I know) But these feelings that I have for you, I can't deny (woah, woah, yup) She doesn't treat you (it's easy) the way you want her to (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 being real, I got real problems Old school, top down, sliding 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 taking it because I got it (Don) Look, if I peel out, I squeeze I hype and go beast, you boys is hypebeasts (beasts) You boys light, I move at lightspeed So rooted, hurricanes to me's a light breeze Watch me, fuck TV but the way I channel sh- (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 momma 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 doing (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 looking up our whole lives, we'll never have hunched backs Leaving 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 (woah) Talking 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): Ivan Matias, Andrea Monica Martin, Christian Ward, Cheryl Gamble, Tamara Johnson, Allen Jr. Gordon, Ron Harris, Lerron Carson, Altariq Samad Salaam Crapps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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