JT Fritz, Layen_ - Solo lyrics
[JT Fritz, Layen_ - Solo lyrics]
You peaked in high school
Stop hitting my phone for a verse
I don't like you go fucking laugh now
You’re mad I'm on the come up
Now I hit the studio
And stay there 'til the side note
Same motherfuckers use to act like they
Don’t know me still post my songs to
Their motherfucking stories
Got a triple turbo while you're
Sitting in the nose bleed
Makes me wanna vomit when you
Treat me like your homie
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
And it looks like your
Career's moving in slow-mo
Left me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Lеft me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Lеft me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow
You peaked in ninth grade
Talking all that shit
You fuel your ego when you spite me
If I said it faze me, then, lil’ bitch
I’m probably lying
All your shoots are missing
But I give you props for trying
Heard they got a problem
Can you tell me where they at?
Probably tryna find my fucking
House on Google Maps
Saw 'em in my rear-view, fuck that shit
I’m blowing past
Just like all that time you waste
You cannot get me back
Yeah, I'm sick of being lied too
Speaking to you makes me wanna
Chug some fucking NyQuil
Just get to the point
Because you know that I see right through
And I know we go way back, but I'm sorry
I don't like you
Oh no, fuck this shit, I’m going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Left me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Left me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow
Stop hitting my phone for a verse
I don't like you go fucking laugh now
You’re mad I'm on the come up
Now I hit the studio
And stay there 'til the side note
Same motherfuckers use to act like they
Don’t know me still post my songs to
Their motherfucking stories
Got a triple turbo while you're
Sitting in the nose bleed
Makes me wanna vomit when you
Treat me like your homie
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
And it looks like your
Career's moving in slow-mo
Left me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Lеft me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Lеft me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow
You peaked in ninth grade
Talking all that shit
You fuel your ego when you spite me
If I said it faze me, then, lil’ bitch
I’m probably lying
All your shoots are missing
But I give you props for trying
Heard they got a problem
Can you tell me where they at?
Probably tryna find my fucking
House on Google Maps
Saw 'em in my rear-view, fuck that shit
I’m blowing past
Just like all that time you waste
You cannot get me back
Yeah, I'm sick of being lied too
Speaking to you makes me wanna
Chug some fucking NyQuil
Just get to the point
Because you know that I see right through
And I know we go way back, but I'm sorry
I don't like you
Oh no, fuck this shit, I’m going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Left me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow
Oh no, fuck this shit, I'm going solo
Looks like your career's moving in slow-mo
Left me in the dark, man
That shit was a low blow, low blow, blow