Solo (feat. NiceGuyJavi)

Goran on the beat
I got
I got Goran on the beat
Never boring on the beat, yeah
Aye

I got shit to say, I just ain't never said it
Played the cards tight, and that's my one confession
I just phoned home, said they'll come pick me up
I'd rather stick around, but they insistent, huh?
Aye I been fishing, I been casting, wrapping bait on hooks
The past it looks so passive, I'm splashing inside these pages books
Waited good and long, sh- should have known weight it took
Off, haters shook

Look what y'all got, made you look
I've been here before the scene and bagging groceries
Disaster for these beats, paper and plastic on these please
Flame on fantastic, I'm Basquiat sketching raps with a caviar flavoring
Maybe not baby, depends on the day that I'm painting
Pains me to say but this training for entertaining these plaintiffs
Bringing these cases to light, don't know his name, but I might
Popping Champagne with a cane in my hand, and smile on my face
Waited so long for the day that I am, the man that I say, I'm feeling

I've been feeling like I'm solo
I've been feeling like I sold my soul
Give a fuck about it, oh no
Only way for me to go, I know
I've been feeling like I'm solo
I've been feeling like I sold my soul
Give a fuck about it, oh no
Only way for me to go, I know

I said I'm really on my sick shit
Miss me with a wishlist, don't need fucken genie
This'll be a happy Christmas
Lately I've been all about my business
Had a couple nights that turned me to another misfit
I fit this you always tryna fit in
All these hungry rappers
I'm the only one that's always down to dig in
My plate is like a buffet, lazy as a Sunday
But never letting off the gas, writing on my lunch break

Think I need a pacemaker, no I never chase paper
Money after me, I made decisions, then I prayed later
That shit is past tense, my wallet's where the bag is
Pussies wanna practice I'm fully on some mad shit
Showing shawty where the back is, she never had this
Off a pill and tab, and now my comedown looking drastic
She keep the blunt too long, I tell her pass it
I think we telepathic, we both went to the mattress, it's magic

I've been feeling like I'm solo
I've been feeling like I sold my soul
Give a fuck about it, oh no
Only way for me to go, I know
I've been feeling like I'm solo
I've been feeling like I sold my soul
Give a fuck about it, oh no (yeah)
Only way for me to go, I know

Aye, I got shit to say. I just ain't never said it
I've been chilling on these beats, you know my feelings set in
I just phoned home, said it's a busy number
Feeling dizzy, stumbled, tripping 'fore the city slumbers
Gimme something, anything, gimme three checks for the wedding ring
Gimme beeswax, or 3 stacks, gimme sea shacks, some skinny jeans
To infinity, I been, feeling me beyond

The regular person to me, is a peon
The piano keys, beat of the drum
Pea in the pod, I deposit the funds
Be honest what do you want, needed to hear the distortion
Feeling remorse, force, feelings it cost me, poor choice
Put in a box, and I'm Porsche
Point of the story, point of it all, I've been ignoring

Looking at y'all, 'bouta get boring
Ditch you digging, not reassuring
Not be fit in, that's my gimmick, you can get it if you want
If you been in, then you winning, I been finished from the start
I been tending to these tenants, looking tentative
'Cause rent is due in 10 minutes
For being all the rules, and now I'm bringing 'em in

Feeling like I'm solo
I've been feeling like I sold my soul
Give a fuck about it, oh no
Only way for me to go, I know
I've been feeling like I'm solo
I've been feeling like I sold my soul
Give a fuck about it, oh no
Only way for me to go, I know



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Balderramos, Goran Novaković, Javier Balderramos
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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