“One” was originally released under the now-defunct Black Chalk label on October 13, 2012 as a single but was later removed after he left the label. This single was “the first major release by Scuare” – Original Bandcamp Description
[Intro]
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
[Verse]
I take one in the morning when I wake up
To make up for the lack of ambition in my mind about to break up
It only takes one to feel alive, and one to die
They say I'm falling off the cliff, nah, I wanna dive
It's just a cycle
Repetitive and frightful
They all live the same and I'm looking like a psycho
That might fold, I might though
It's true you can be right so
I don't give a fuck I'm just awake to be insightful
Call me disconnected, But I'm closer to what's real
Telling me who I am, Disregarding how I feel
The music takes shape and the colors blend through
No, Nobody understands what I've been through
They're not meant to or mental, All of us are stencils
Copied more times than a bootleg rental
The truth of the matter is the truth doesn't matter
We're just looking for a way to get used to the pattern
I'm a product of my living, a product of the world at large
So why am I feeling like we've only ever grown apart
Nothing seems to be in touch with what I've seen in me
The scenery is evidence I'm never where I mean to be
It pours when it rains, but I'm poor and entertained
By the thought that all these drops together wash away the stains
When the contents never change, no stopping it to blame
The impostor in my brain so I'm walking in restraints
I'm a rocket not a plane watch me rock it all the same
From the cockpit i'mma drop it 'til I'm lost in all the fame
Self-destruction on a track kamikaze with a coffee
Buzzing autobot, Optimus, Scuare Ex-Machina, Roll out
Yeah I'm tripping on a foolish dream
Feeling pretty comfortable, ain't nothing you can do for me
I'm systematic, I'll throw my whole system at it
Hold me to these methods, I accept it like it's Hippocratic
Whould've, could've, shit'll happen
Fuck it i'mma still be passing all these other cats that make a living on a little rapping
I don't need to be attached to all this plastic
I just wanna find a key that lets me see the everlasting
Sublime is just a picture on the wall until you feel it
And my rhymes are just a vision of it all through one spirit
It's like a puzzle, pieces left severed
It only takes one pill to put the pieces back together
One was written by Scuare.
One was produced by Tom Bombadil.