Featuring: Jhené Aiko
Producer: Vesta J
[Intro: Jhene Aiko]
Thought I told you not to trust these hoes
Say they love you when you know they don't
Say they will but shit, you know they won't
Yeah you hear me, you don't feel me though
And you are not the only one
You are not the only one, yeah
You are not the only one
You are not the only one, yeah
You are not the only one
[Verse 1: Riley]
And he don't give a fuck about lyrics
And he don't give a fuck about sinning
And he only give a fuck about figures
If he winning or taking it is irrelevant, figure
Catalytic trigger fingers, let it din din,let it sing to
While my pen ink battles pencils for the page
And my age will depict whether you fuck wit my mental
See that fact remains central and my race is ventral
Am I white, am I black
Does it matter Jack?
Parallax to these humans, syntactic feuds in cranium
Lexical practice sparring to spare him and damn
Replacing my patterns with patterns
No rest for a rapper who isn't complacent with status
Neither of chasing material matters
Matters that tessellation produces no gaps in my tactics
Factors like Fenland will tax me, backseat you
Practically practice for hours
Re-reflecting in refractive substances is it sad?
That mirror image was my only fan
The only one to hear my story and my master plan
Only one to recognise my heritage apparently
And my back is grounded like choke slams, dang, fam
Breaking like static, while I remain static
In my palm is the planet
But I'm only one man
[Verse 2: Riley]
Give me age and I'll reject the clock
Seventeen and feeling twenty-odd
Obstacle in iris so my eyes cannot
Intertwine or link with lines of light to others
Conflicted all I see is shadows on
Surfaces where many slates have gone
Nodding off to dreams of paragons
But I fear that I may yet produce a paradox
Breathe where others suffocate
Aiming for peaks of mountains, maintained
Straight to the brain, unprecedented
Like presidents dead, rotating in their graves
You lames ain't get shit plain
Explain my frame with arterial spray
That's blood in the game, said blood in the game
Blood in my name, train in the shade of the greats
Uncle Ricky, DOOM, AZ, Place faith in me
To be only
[Outro]
And I was not the only one
I was not the only to you
So I was the only lonely one
Really we had the perfect end (What makes us different)
That night we shared at the comfort inn (What makes us even)
We made love like the world would have ended (What makes us unique)
If either of us had admitted (What gives distinction)
We were in love
I was the only one
So I was the only lonely one
Thought I told you not to trust these hoes
Say they love you when you know they don't
Say they will but shit, you know they won't
Yeah you hear me, you don't feel me though
And you are not the only one
You are not the only one, yeah
You are not the only one
You are not the only one, yeah
You are not the only one
[Verse 1: Riley]
And he don't give a fuck about lyrics
And he don't give a fuck about sinning
And he only give a fuck about figures
If he winning or taking it is irrelevant, figure
Catalytic trigger fingers, let it din din,let it sing to
While my pen ink battles pencils for the page
And my age will depict whether you fuck wit my mental
See that fact remains central and my race is ventral
Am I white, am I black
Does it matter Jack?
Parallax to these humans, syntactic feuds in cranium
Lexical practice sparring to spare him and damn
Replacing my patterns with patterns
No rest for a rapper who isn't complacent with status
Neither of chasing material matters
Matters that tessellation produces no gaps in my tactics
Factors like Fenland will tax me, backseat you
Practically practice for hours
Re-reflecting in refractive substances is it sad?
That mirror image was my only fan
The only one to hear my story and my master plan
Only one to recognise my heritage apparently
And my back is grounded like choke slams, dang, fam
Breaking like static, while I remain static
In my palm is the planet
But I'm only one man
[Verse 2: Riley]
Give me age and I'll reject the clock
Seventeen and feeling twenty-odd
Obstacle in iris so my eyes cannot
Intertwine or link with lines of light to others
Conflicted all I see is shadows on
Surfaces where many slates have gone
Nodding off to dreams of paragons
But I fear that I may yet produce a paradox
Breathe where others suffocate
Aiming for peaks of mountains, maintained
Straight to the brain, unprecedented
Like presidents dead, rotating in their graves
You lames ain't get shit plain
Explain my frame with arterial spray
That's blood in the game, said blood in the game
Blood in my name, train in the shade of the greats
Uncle Ricky, DOOM, AZ, Place faith in me
To be only
[Outro]
And I was not the only one
I was not the only to you
So I was the only lonely one
Really we had the perfect end (What makes us different)
That night we shared at the comfort inn (What makes us even)
We made love like the world would have ended (What makes us unique)
If either of us had admitted (What gives distinction)
We were in love
I was the only one
So I was the only lonely one