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man know I still got drive like a motorist
Sunshine like a solar dish and show guys what the art of rolling is
Roach and Raws
Times that I've broken

lovin'
Frozen pizza in the oven
Quit our jobs, go off the grid
Solar panels, satellite dish 
Let's ignore the summer heat
We can hump to some trap beats

that to see between your legs (Ohh)
Your dish in the mornin'
Tell me how you like them eggs (Ohh)
This girl got your mornin'
Good mornin', you're

you know what it is (bitch)

Said she like my odor
Yeah, bitch, that's that OG cookies, it grew from the solar, yeah
Oh, bitch, I can be bipolar

on the bitch
This shit is polar
I go outer space with a bitch
This shit is solar
Buying NFTs in the metaverse, now I own 'em
Now I own 'em

Streets hot, better

the rain that comes with revenge
A dish served cold now you're dining in
Transform body like I'm Ben 10
Energy solar stratosphere
You said you really care

Black Lip Bastard [Remix]

Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis & Johnny Griffin Quintet

Control System

2012

yoga instead
Either that or they depressed, eating yogurt in bed
Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle
The bass bit the bait, I'm

Crack heads like pyrex, up next Cav winner 
This ain't me so-so shit rhyming on a drum 
This is me photosynthesizing with the sun, son 
Solar heat

the wisdom of your solar system only goes so far
Put your mark into the granite
Tell of how we all began it
For the benefit of man
Wrap yourself around

Stay a While

Rakim

The 18th Letter

1997

Motorola, daddy you coming over?
She on the sofa, holding a remote controller
Candles burning lower, favorite dish getting colder
She hot as solar, cause I

X-Amount of Words

Blue October

Foiled [Bonus Tracks]

2006

Relapse 
Prevent trigger intent 
Now drown 
High strung 
Say X amount of words 

You're solar, bipolar 
Panic disorder 
Seems harder and harder

X Amount of Words

Blue October

Foiled

2006

Relapse 
Prevent trigger intent 
Now drown 
High strung 
Say X amount of words 

You're solar, bipolar 
Panic disorder 
Seems harder

at the 2k, like my name was Chris
Straight talker wit a lisp, well that's a easy fix
T jass with the tricks, while I'm doing backflips
Imma solar eclipse,

Kneeling before the end of solstice goals
Solar eclipse madness pocket racket
Dripping faucet while rolling molly sprocket
Rocket downhill into window sill

the big fish
I'm Gordon Ramsay and this is my dish
I have the world like am juice
"Damn you can rap" yes I approve
" I got connection "where's the proof?

don't miss
Jump on beats
Drop some heat
I make hits
Yeah
I'm Jackie Chan with all these kicks
Jordan ones
In all black
Solar eclipse
So don't slip
Yeah

Krept
So hot like a solar
Control the game like a stroller
Flows hot and cold just like its bipolar
But I don't do ye, all these bars I dish out like

on and
Snipping all their IV drips
Solar soldier zipping 'em into a full eclipse
I was made from these grains
Check the grade of these planes
Angle of repose keep

Swiss Army Knife
Could probably do it all but only do what I like
Whaaat

Since I'm in Belgium it's only right I eat a waffle 
Noveliss dish the mic off

together casserole dish
Everything changed from my Spotify pitch
My soul awakes during a solar eclipse (Yuh let's go!)
Unfolding my wings opps running

twisting in the solar wind Haze
Late to departure, but what can we do? Seven heavens drifting, watching over me and You
Six billion dollars in research alone

out the solar system, my course hit
Corner whipping, send the block when I orbit
Satellite dish, how I spin like a Torus
Hop in my Tordis, I'm up in

get me a sniff
I ain't tryna be humping no fish
Go clean out that shit like you washing a dish
(Uh huh)
And i won't give em' a pitch Ima stay

not in a Mercedes
In a Lexus kissing on his nexus
Whispering in his ear
Naughty little things I think he'd like to hear
With confidence from my solar