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The Only One
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Only One was released on November 22, 2024 by Compound Management LLC as a part of the album The Prescription, Vol. 2 - EP
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Release DateNovember 22, 2024
LabelCompound Management LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Compound
Compound
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Dobson
Travis Dobson
Songwriter
Jean-Louis Solomon
Jean-Louis Solomon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Compound
Compound
Producer, Executive Producer
Arc
Arc
Producer

Lyrics

Really don't feel like the only
Yeah, it's a lonely road
I'm on the highway, I got that pedal to the metal (Woo)
Just another state, just another rental
I been goin' dumb, I been goin' mental
They say I'm somethin' different, they say I'm somethin' special
I'm all about that action, I don't wanna tongue wrestle (Uh-uh)
Just got home from prison, I was cookin' with the kettle (Cookin')
Lock with a sock and my shank was my pencil
Go 'head and piss me off if you wanna see the devil (Fuck it)
And this ain't no throwaway, this is governmental
They catch me with a bullet, the case is goin' federal
I'm in a different zone, I'm on another level
Put you in the back of that hearse Lincoln' continental
Smokin' on the medical, I'm chewin' on some edibles
Movin' like a general, my reputation impeccable
When you find out your homie snitchin', it's unbearable
And if I make it out this shit, it's gonna be a miracle
Don't feel like the only
If I make it out this shit, it's gonna be a miracle
Don't feel like the only
Feelin' like the only one, I'm feelin' like the realest (Uh)
Look at how I'm comin', you ain't never seen this
I would rather pay more 'cause I don't want the cheapest
I'm always shinin' tools just like I'm a machinist
All heavy on the ground, lookin' up, pray to Jesus (Pray)
Them hustlers and them dope dealers yeah they gonna feel this (Uh-huh)
Hope my bro get off them Percs, but he might need treatment
I'm like a street professor and I'm writin' out my thesis
I took a wood to the dome, it's like I went to Venus
She let her pack her nose and it's like she on a sky lift
I don't wanna talk about it, I would rather take the fifth
Movin' through the night on a graveyard shift
I can blow you down or whoop you with these fists
You don't want no problems, you don't want no conflict
Chillin' in the trenches or I be at the Ritz (Woo)
We in Dairy Land got the butter and the grits
Really don't feel like the only
Written by: Jean-Louis Solomon, Travis Dobson
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