Sol - Yours Truly lyrics
[Sol - Yours Truly lyrics]
Yea, Uh, Sol, Aha, Yea, Uh
I write this song, for my family
For my fans, friends, and enemies
I want to tell this to you tell it
Tell it to your face
But, I speak so much better
When the beat breaks
They used to make fun of
My stutter like every day
So I got high to slow my mind and to levitate
Been writin' punch lines since I
Found an empty page fuck the rap game
More than an emcee mayne
Forget your bars, your boxes
This is hip hop, and not the non-sense
You only live once, as far as I can tell
So I break through this music
Like I’m out of jail this is Huey
This is Bobby this is Malcolm
This is Pac this is you
This is me this is us
This is god
This is so much more than sixteen bars
This is from me to you
Stay true to who you are
Hey, ho, hey you don’t know me man
When I be on stage all you see is fame
So you scream my name
But, you don’t know me man hey, ho, hey
You don’t know me man when you bump my songs
You like to judge them all
As if you knew me y’all
But, you don’t know me man
My homies want to smoke
These ladies want to fuck
And rappers want me to rap
On every single cut but, I nip and tuck
Myself in the cut i know you give me love
But I need to get in touch
See you could really see
See who is really me 23 deep
Yours truly Still incomplete
Soon as the beat cast me out
Your alley in the Philippines
Fila and Manila Rest in peace
To the Billy Jean author, the king
He taught me everything
I was probably three feet tall
Moon walking towards my dream
I’m a product of the 90’s
Product of a black mama
White papa Clinton-Bush-Obama foreign policy
I took a time machine to my birth date
Change my birth place
To the land of the earth quake
If my mama would’ve had me in
Haiti this verse would say sak pase'
You don’t know me man
Rap is what I do but not who I am
If you ever been judged by
Someone for something you understand
I’m a simple man not so different
Just cause I sing about women in my
Music doesn't mean I’m pimping them
I fell in love once
But, I’ve tried many times
Lost the most beautiful girl Then
Spit lines and many dimes
But it’s never quite the same
First night they give me brain
Then the next morning ask me
If Sol’s my real name
My man say ‘find out who you are and be it'
We just happen to be in the
Public so you see it
That’s why you think you know me
But, you are not my homie
I used to be a stoner
Now I am just Mr lonely
We only on this cold world for a minute
That’s why I treat the good like
Piano keys and hit it i get it
Like it is supposed to be got
While on the rise I don’t mind
If you know me or not suck up
I write this song, for my family
For my fans, friends, and enemies
I want to tell this to you tell it
Tell it to your face
But, I speak so much better
When the beat breaks
They used to make fun of
My stutter like every day
So I got high to slow my mind and to levitate
Been writin' punch lines since I
Found an empty page fuck the rap game
More than an emcee mayne
Forget your bars, your boxes
This is hip hop, and not the non-sense
You only live once, as far as I can tell
So I break through this music
Like I’m out of jail this is Huey
This is Bobby this is Malcolm
This is Pac this is you
This is me this is us
This is god
This is so much more than sixteen bars
This is from me to you
Stay true to who you are
Hey, ho, hey you don’t know me man
When I be on stage all you see is fame
So you scream my name
But, you don’t know me man hey, ho, hey
You don’t know me man when you bump my songs
You like to judge them all
As if you knew me y’all
But, you don’t know me man
My homies want to smoke
These ladies want to fuck
And rappers want me to rap
On every single cut but, I nip and tuck
Myself in the cut i know you give me love
But I need to get in touch
See you could really see
See who is really me 23 deep
Yours truly Still incomplete
Soon as the beat cast me out
Your alley in the Philippines
Fila and Manila Rest in peace
To the Billy Jean author, the king
He taught me everything
I was probably three feet tall
Moon walking towards my dream
I’m a product of the 90’s
Product of a black mama
White papa Clinton-Bush-Obama foreign policy
I took a time machine to my birth date
Change my birth place
To the land of the earth quake
If my mama would’ve had me in
Haiti this verse would say sak pase'
You don’t know me man
Rap is what I do but not who I am
If you ever been judged by
Someone for something you understand
I’m a simple man not so different
Just cause I sing about women in my
Music doesn't mean I’m pimping them
I fell in love once
But, I’ve tried many times
Lost the most beautiful girl Then
Spit lines and many dimes
But it’s never quite the same
First night they give me brain
Then the next morning ask me
If Sol’s my real name
My man say ‘find out who you are and be it'
We just happen to be in the
Public so you see it
That’s why you think you know me
But, you are not my homie
I used to be a stoner
Now I am just Mr lonely
We only on this cold world for a minute
That’s why I treat the good like
Piano keys and hit it i get it
Like it is supposed to be got
While on the rise I don’t mind
If you know me or not suck up