Jas The Producer – Solace Lyrics
Artist: Jas The Producer
Song: Solace
Trying to find my way to spring
She f#ckin’ wit my heart, dog, and pulling on the strings
Trying not to reminisce about them days on the swing
Set trippin’ I’m on my way down and spreading my wings, b#tch
They said I was a king
I’m sitting on her bedside and hearing her scream
I write raps about my life but got my arm in a sling
I take 10 for the night and hear the gardener sing, b#tch
I’m runnin’ up a check dog
You know my brodies gang bang
I’m dying for my bih dog (Yeah, yeah)
I’m dyin’ for my set, dog
The choppa going slang-slang, got diamonds on my wrist, dog
500 on my neck, cuffin no b#tch, huh
Head huntin’, no side talkin, no snitch, huh
Ridin’ round with the semi onto my hip, huh
No bih dance, no lane switchin, no kids (No switch)
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Release Year: 2019