| If my songs go pop, pop, pop
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| What makes you think I’m not okay with that?
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| I took my backpack off, off, off
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| Ready to change the game and run the track
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| Y’all thinking I’mma fall off
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| I’m Thomas the engine
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| Two seconds, you get ya' rocks off
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| That’s right, I said you’re all soft
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| So I paint over the scene like I’m Bob Ross
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| I got weed songs if you smoke good
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| I got peace songs if you ain’t so hood
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| That you can’t kick it, get it, have a party
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| Oh shit, homie don’t hurt nobody
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| Let your knees drop while the beat rock
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| Need ma-sheen schemes, something like Pete Rock
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| You got to hit the g spot, life’s too short like an Ewok
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| Live it
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| Let your nerves shake while the earthquake
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| Do the bird like it’s purple rain
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| Now say something stupid about girls and drinks
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| And slur your words and sip on Chardonnay
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| Now roll something up
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| What you waiting for? |
| Roll something up
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| Eyes low if you roll like us
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| So when I say so, everybody jump
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| Jump
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| Jump
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| Aye
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| 'Bout to turn a dream to a million
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| But we don’t chase cream, so we feed it to the children
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| Paint new faces on the canvas
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| As I write classic poems like Sanskrit
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| Epic
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| Three letters, don’t forget it
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| Pronounced Sol but I got soul in excess
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| The next best to the best
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| But the best ain’t reign yet
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| So I guess we all kings, yes
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| A rising tide will raise all boats
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| But if you throw stones, nobody floats
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| Negativity brings nothing but ills
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| That’s why I paint the perfect picture
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| With the team that I built
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| Say cheese and pose like a G
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| And some gold dookie ropes like Run DMC
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| Too many homies on my team
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| Made a whole fucking album with my family, ha
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| If you love life, don’t ever let it waste, y’all
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| That’s why you got to make love
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| Make peace, make noise, make art
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| Let me get a Sol clap
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| Can I get a Sol clap?
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| Let me get a Sol clap
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| Can I get a Sol clap?
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| Sol clap for me |