Fads (Caleb Solo)
It's hard in the streets when I'm on my own
You can't even see all the seeds I've sown
You stuck on the silver, I'm made of gold
You want cookie cutter, I don't fit the mold
Running from the best you had, yeah
I can't even be mad, yeah
You can't see the good cause you stuck on bad
I'm the one in your dreams, you want all the fads baby
(Uh) you want all the fads baby
(Uh) I remember you from last February
You talk game, but I know you scary
Heart's froze, but I'm a little leery
Here's our relationship's obituary
(Uh), you a one, and I'm standing with the top ten
You a joke, but you know that I was born to win
You look lonely baby maybe you could use a friend
Top's homey don't care 'bout what could've been
Stay on the shoulda woulda c'mon make up your mind
I'm 3005 you stuck in the pastime
I ain't a brotha that'll stand here and wait in line
You your own person, but you know what's mine is mine
No room for three girl it's we with an underline
I see the snakes in the grass tryna undermine
They see my position, but theirs is under mine
I'm chilling at the top, they sayin' it's the climb
He gon' look you in your eyes and tell a lie
I don't run from the truth imma speak my mind
Settle for the coup when this is convertible
You with a dreamer but these funds is tangible
Mirage is fine 'til you finally step into the pool
You want a bear market, but I'm running with the bulls
Oh, there he go, steady on the same bull
Ain't no use tryna front, I can see the fool
Don't know how you look yourself in the mirror
You in the ray bans but, the Louis looking clearer
Penthouse view you ain't getting nowhere near here
Imma treat her like a queen swing da chandelier
Penthouse view you ain't getting nowhere near here
Imma treat her like a queen swing da chandelier
Swing da chandelier
It's hard in the streets when I'm on my own
You can't even see all the seeds I've sown
You stuck on the silver, I'm made of gold
You want cookie cutter, I don't fit the mold
Running from the best you had, yeah
I can't even be mad, yeah
You can't see the good, cause you stuck on bad
I'm the one in your dreams you want all the fads baby
(Uh) you want all the fads baby
(Uh) you slippin' that's tragic
Cause I'm 'bout that action
I'm loading these shots
In my cup
Like we frattin'
Hand on that trigger
You bluffin' stop actin'
Spit bars at the bar, the bartender; she Latin
I'm hungry you fastin'
Foods lackin'
I'm packing
Trips cross the globe
Yeah we wealthy and black
Checkin my city you ain't coming back
What's the COD
He OD'd in Manhattan
I sleep both eyes closed cause the whole bed is satin
Usually humble but rapping, it's wraps
Wine in the cellar yeah, racks on racks
Money in the bank yeah, racks on racks
Tracks in the vault yeah, stacks on stacks
He must work at lids, cause that's caps on caps
You ain't get the message in caps on caps
Imma put three-two
Imma put three-two
Imma put three-two-five on the map
It's hard in the streets when I'm on my own
You can't even see all the seeds I've sown
You stuck on the silver, I'm made of gold
You want cookie cutter, I don't fit the mold
Running from the best you had, yeah
I can't even be mad, yeah
You can't see the good cause you stuck on bad
I'm the one in your dreams, you want all the fads baby
(Uh) you want all the fads baby
Oh
You can't even see all the seeds I've sown
You stuck on the silver, I'm made of gold
You want cookie cutter, I don't fit the mold
Running from the best you had, yeah
I can't even be mad, yeah
You can't see the good cause you stuck on bad
I'm the one in your dreams, you want all the fads baby
(Uh) you want all the fads baby
(Uh) I remember you from last February
You talk game, but I know you scary
Heart's froze, but I'm a little leery
Here's our relationship's obituary
(Uh), you a one, and I'm standing with the top ten
You a joke, but you know that I was born to win
You look lonely baby maybe you could use a friend
Top's homey don't care 'bout what could've been
Stay on the shoulda woulda c'mon make up your mind
I'm 3005 you stuck in the pastime
I ain't a brotha that'll stand here and wait in line
You your own person, but you know what's mine is mine
No room for three girl it's we with an underline
I see the snakes in the grass tryna undermine
They see my position, but theirs is under mine
I'm chilling at the top, they sayin' it's the climb
He gon' look you in your eyes and tell a lie
I don't run from the truth imma speak my mind
Settle for the coup when this is convertible
You with a dreamer but these funds is tangible
Mirage is fine 'til you finally step into the pool
You want a bear market, but I'm running with the bulls
Oh, there he go, steady on the same bull
Ain't no use tryna front, I can see the fool
Don't know how you look yourself in the mirror
You in the ray bans but, the Louis looking clearer
Penthouse view you ain't getting nowhere near here
Imma treat her like a queen swing da chandelier
Penthouse view you ain't getting nowhere near here
Imma treat her like a queen swing da chandelier
Swing da chandelier
It's hard in the streets when I'm on my own
You can't even see all the seeds I've sown
You stuck on the silver, I'm made of gold
You want cookie cutter, I don't fit the mold
Running from the best you had, yeah
I can't even be mad, yeah
You can't see the good, cause you stuck on bad
I'm the one in your dreams you want all the fads baby
(Uh) you want all the fads baby
(Uh) you slippin' that's tragic
Cause I'm 'bout that action
I'm loading these shots
In my cup
Like we frattin'
Hand on that trigger
You bluffin' stop actin'
Spit bars at the bar, the bartender; she Latin
I'm hungry you fastin'
Foods lackin'
I'm packing
Trips cross the globe
Yeah we wealthy and black
Checkin my city you ain't coming back
What's the COD
He OD'd in Manhattan
I sleep both eyes closed cause the whole bed is satin
Usually humble but rapping, it's wraps
Wine in the cellar yeah, racks on racks
Money in the bank yeah, racks on racks
Tracks in the vault yeah, stacks on stacks
He must work at lids, cause that's caps on caps
You ain't get the message in caps on caps
Imma put three-two
Imma put three-two
Imma put three-two-five on the map
It's hard in the streets when I'm on my own
You can't even see all the seeds I've sown
You stuck on the silver, I'm made of gold
You want cookie cutter, I don't fit the mold
Running from the best you had, yeah
I can't even be mad, yeah
You can't see the good cause you stuck on bad
I'm the one in your dreams, you want all the fads baby
(Uh) you want all the fads baby
Oh
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Writer(s): C. Evans
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