Solace/Soul-less
| Title | Solace/Soul-less |
|---|---|
| Artist | Free Wéye |
| Album | lowkey |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | I left the party like my pull out game immaculate I'm a gawd bitch my presence is miraculous Designer underwear, plain white t shirt I been running shit, now my fucking feet hurt Making waves like Poseidon is the plug homie She see the bills and she act like she in love homie I keep a chain around my neck and on my wallet nigga Its a matter of time before she pick your pockets nigga Stop it, park it parallel to paradise Pause the song, pop that pussy open pretty little eyes It’s a really nice day day to get lost in the sauce What you on? I’m off the rocker tryna see your knickerbockers I’m legit a hypocrite, said I never hit a lick But I’m slick with linguistics so I lick a clit in English and Portuguese They don’t make no more like me Triple O.G. in the Bronx with a ski mask on max effort Matching Coogi sweater Shout outs to the crackers who still say Bedford Stuyvesant Gentrifying shit, we defying shit, we defined shit Now you drawing lines and shit (damn) Wish we coulda drawn straws At least let fate choose the boss but I never held a loss in my whole life If I did I came back from an old life Put that on my soul I’ve been Seeking solace I’ve been Seeking solace I've been Seeking solace I've been Seeking solace It's like, I'm glad to see that, you have a smile on your face That you're able to like, you know, receive this moment And just you know be and be there but I understand that like You're presenting yourself in such a fashion that you're tryna protect yourself from your trauma ...they have this façade...You might also like |