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sol - pages lyrics

i’m underrated,
over-fated
almost didn’t make it
was a premature baby
so i’m lighting up that vegas
’till they mic me up and play it
instead of playing a part they gave me
i’m re-writing all the pages
what’s up
you can’t play me for much
i was raised on the drums
blazing a blunt
i don’t need you like i need my songs
not too famous not to take the bus
she gave me love said she need me but she made it up
at the club way too faded so i fix a dub
on my own writing songs like we breaking up
i don’t want
i just want to write sonnets for profit
party with my people while still speaking on topics?
we need a moment of silence away from the violence
i’m talking turn off the tv let this song be your guidance
roll up some paper, smoke up some knowledge
keep turning them pages ’till they diplomas from college
i’m on a tour fan riding around las vegas, nevada
feel like i’m playing roulette
slave to the dollar

(ayy, ayy)
(possession make you rich?
i don’t have that type of riches
my riches is life. forever)

watchu want from the bar?
doing everything i can plus some for the bars
it’s not all for the bars, i do it all for my brothers
take credit for nothing, i give it all to my mother
‘cuz if i make a million i ain’t got not children
i’mma help my parents retire they both be chilling
and i ain’t got no job i get paid to make a killing
i just murder these raps murdered these cats
call me zilla getting bigger every time i inhale
break your hearts every time i exhale
i breathe for the music and the music alone
my only home is only songs because i’m used to the roll
if i ain’t got no ego, how am i gonna blow?
and i don’t do blows so i’mma just smole a couple ounces of weed
only way i can cope
i guess i’m doing pretty good as far as geniuses go
feel like i’m easy before. people knew it was easy
i’ve been knowing where i’m going, i don’t need you to believe me
music from the soul so i know you’re gonna feel me
you can’t stop my heart unless you’re ready to kill me

if you throw it away, then you know you got nothing
but if you take it all away, you might end up becoming
what you do with your life is whatever you like
but what you do with the hype, (?)
we all know we’re going to die, no one survives
we stay alive through the pages we write

- sol lyrics

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