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One Time
Hip-Hop/Rap
One Time was released on April 30, 2026 by Claymore Industries/Wave Theory as a part of the album Mass Effects 3
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Release DateApril 30, 2026
LabelClaymore Industries/Wave Theory
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claymore
Claymore
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clayton Jones
Clayton Jones
Songwriter
Mike O'Halloran
Mike O'Halloran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Mass
Mike Mass
Producer

Lyrics

I'ma do it one time till your mind's blown
No trees, but I'm dropping all these seeds like a pine cone
The diamonds I supply, as I shine like a rhinestone
Bye, I'm not home, flying to another time zone
Same plane as an airline captain
Armed with sharp joints that give you hairline fractures
Saying "how you doing", you don't care, why ask him
Wanna cry foul, but don't know where my ass been
Stay away from toxic places where you're merely tolerated
Those that like to watch you suffer, they just really silent haters
Wanna come around when it's seeming like you made it
Tryna get some free services without providing payment
A disease, gain green (gangrene) just to function
Take you to the deli, bring the meat to the luncheon
Walking with the stick like police with the truncheon
The gumption, in me to seize the means of production, yo
Said I'ma do it one time, one time for you ****, whoa
Said I'ma do it one time, one time for you bitches, whoa
Said I'ma do it one time, one time for you ****, whoa
Bet' not call the one-time on a ****, just vibe to the rhythm
Cash Money to the Carter, I'll "barter"
Collateral for damages, and that's my final offer
Distributing, written Crack vials from the vile author
Ice walls and dragon glass, knives for the White Walkers
To be the breadwinner in the dead of winter
Just another dead sinner, aiming dead center
Tuck you into bed, ****, like a caregiver
Tear your innards into shreds if you never, share dinner
Go to bed late and get up hella early
It's way past Eight, but I'm still 7:30, lawd
Bars, I'm a verbal star, hurtling from Earth to Mars
Disturbing how I can commit, murder for a worthy cause
Can acknowledge, but not proud of mistakes
Move around, try to get a different crowd if they hate
Bitch, ya smile looking fake, get up out of my face
Type, wild in the place if my demise you will pray
Said I'ma do it one time, one time for you ****, whoa
Said I'ma do it one time, one time for you bitches, whoa
Said I'ma do it one time, one time for you ****, whoa
Bet' not call the one-time on a ****, just vibe to the rhythm
I'm a force to be reckoned with, of course
Get insured, this expensive like the wrecking of a Porsche
Arbiter of peace, selling weapons for the war
Striving for the wealth, but yell "blessed are the poor"
From the Crescent City and I rep it to the core
Don't fuck with 5-0 unless connected to a Four
I can't ignore times when I rested on the floor
So my mind stay, open like a dresser with no drawer
You know I gotta score like I'm Stephen on the court
As I'm pouring out my pain like a beverage when it falls
Yeah, you can't knock it like you stepping to my door
Rest assured, never sweat it, there's a lesson in it all
Yeah, I get depressed but I'm not pessimistic or
Optimistic, life, I got to reckon with its flaws
Queen'll give me head like it's severed with a sword
And I tell them **** king me like some checkers on a board, what
Written by: Clayton Jones, Mike O'Halloran
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