Not The One

Girl I’m not the one
And I’d hate to have to say now
I need some time alone
I need to run away
Girl I’m not the one
And I’d hate to ruin your day now
I need some time alone
I need to run away
And it’s nothing you do wrong
I just feel like it’s time for me to move on
I’d hang around, but I don’t have a noose on
I’ll find a new girl and write a new song
Life’s a buffet, I’m eating all the food
Just an honest dude looking for my solitude
Call it rude, but I’m more the type
To hit it for the night, then bounce like impalas do
Got goals and I’m trying to hit 'em
I’m tryna blow up, no doubt, I’m wishing
And a relationship ain’t gonna help my mission
Call it selfish, I call it self sufficient, now listen
I know I’m just a lesson that you learned
But I question I could give you the attention you deserve
So for now I’ll be packing my bags
And if you call me when I’m drunk, I’ll be back in a flash
Girl I’m not the one
And I’d hate to have to say now
I need some time alone
I need to run away
Girl I’m not the one
And I’d hate to ruin your day now
I need some time alone
I need to run away
Thoughts in my dome got me often prone
To drop my phone, take a walk alone
I find that we need that time to breathe
So I smoke a little weed, put my mind at ease
I’m not a player, I’m not keeping it pimping
I’m the type of dude to run away from commitment
I’m not looking for a steadier level
It’s the hot tea pot, not ready to settle, yo
And I don’t mean to be an asshole
Leave you high and dry like you just smoked your last bowl
I’m just focused on my cash flow
Hoping I could travel the world and do rap shows
It’s time to break apart
You think I’m breaking hearts just to make some art
Got no love or no passion other than rapping
And the last thing I need is another distraction
Girl I’m not the one
And I’d hate to have to say now
I need some time alone
I need to run away
Girl I’m not the one
And I’d hate to ruin your day now
I need some time alone
I need to run away
It’s my purgatory, really. Dinner, drinks. Whatever. Never really all that
interested, but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway.
'Cause it’s true. All women are, in… one way or another. You know,
there’s always something about every damn one of you. There’s a smile, a curve,
a secret. You ladies really are the most amazing creatures. My life’s work.
But then there’s the morning after. A hangover, and realizations that I’m not
quite as available as I thought I was the night before. Then she’s gone,
and I’m haunted by yet another road not taken