Fallen Rose Petals (feat. Qui$e Limye)

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KING SOL

Benjamin Solomon (born May 31, 1998), known by his stage name KING SOL, is an American recording artist from San Francisco, California. He gained online recognition in 2014 through a series of mixtape releases. Be Somebody, his first album, was released on May 22, 2016, and executive engineered by DJ Khaled's We the Best Studios. Solomon's first popular song was "DeLorean," a time-travel exploration story. more »

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You can picture me rolling, imma bring all the stars out tonight
Two seater I’m coasting, gin and juice yeah I’m drowning tonight
Hit the woods and I’m floating, paralyzed by all the flashing lights
Switching gears in motion, them demons calling won’t make it through the night yeah
In cruise control when I’m on the road
Big momma crib where I stash the dough
September 4 when I lost my soul
Can’t feel a thing, and my heart my cold
Can’t wait to see you in the streets of gold
Saying well done son come back home
Lost in the world where you're all alone
With that fake love, don’t call my phone
My soul on death row
Pockets on dead broke, I need a way out here
Falling rose petals
Meet and greet with the devils, telling me not fear
Lay me down in the meadow, walk through the valley with a shovel, 6 feet under I dig
Lil' nigga from ghetto, they label you as rebel
Ain’t no love for them kids
I ain’t tryna struggle no more, no
Robin Hood can’t give back to the poor when it’s cold
Black bodies grew when they traveled off shore, for gold...for gold
No victories when your soul is at war
Hands up deceased, they can’t take it no more
It’s 911 when the bodies keep hitting the floor, the floor
I’m one call away from my plug
I’m still prideful, I’m still selfish, made shorty wait for my love
I’m not perfect yet, but you can make it worse, and take me far away from my drugs
I get a call and drop me a package off and greed fall away from my lust
Every referee and nigga in the stands focus hard and wait for my clutch
Since about eight, I ran the state, and it was hard to wait for my nuts
I was broken hearted at a young age, I let shorty play with my trust
So be patient baby, we baking baby, it was hard to wait, but I must
Shidd, get the work and fill up all the space in my trunk
Now, the blues on me as I hit the corner; it was hard to chase in my dust
Navigation, coordinated my rush for the paper in palm I made in my crush
I was all but late for my lunch, it was all while facing my Dutch
And I’m praying they exonerate all my brothers
Trapped and we find a way through our struggle
Hard to define the weight that I leveled
Paxton them dimes away for our troubles
We just want a wider place so (We) not smothered
We just want a finer place for our mothers
Still on the grind the base the pot doubled
Now a nigga play up in Neimans the watch bezeled
My soul on death row
Pockets on dead broke, I need a way out here
Falling rose petals
Meet and greet with the devils, telling me not fear
Lay me down in the meadow, walk through the valley with a shovel, 6 feet under I dig
Little nigga from ghetto, they label you as rebel
Ain’t no love for them kids

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