Sol - Pages lyrics
[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 smoke
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
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 smoke
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