TiCrane – SOL

SOL Lyrics


Yo. Yeroo. Huh? //Laughter//

// Hook //

Street sweeping on a Bell 25 a week
Old school Poplar blowing like a C //huh//
No gang talk, trumpet when I speak
I spent it all at Brown Bag know I love to eat

Prior to arrival, West Side, 7th
Van Buren, Hilltop Bredren
But before then, Northside 23rd
Talkin’ Just a Place to Be what’s the Word

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// Verse 1 //

Wild Turkey hold the rock spitting watch it flame
You talking bout practice? I gotta love for the game
So I, do it when I’m hungry and I, do it when it’s pain
I just wanna be great, live my life, and maintain

Last call before the ball against the woodgrain
I won’t tryna change thе wheel but my drive been ingrained
Back against the wall I’m trying not to hydroplanе
And these songs help me do it so I had to make it plain

At times I wanna quit dropped a square upon my mental
Breaking out the mold that they try to squeeze you into
A way gone always follow after will continental
So you get up off yo tail because the head is what we into

Back up in the days express emotion with some poetry
Wrote some nice lines, the gist is will you go with me
Shout out to the flow know the ones who in toe with me
Found a beat because of cuz she rapping or on Floetry


// Hook //

Street sweeping on a Bell 25 a week
Old school Poplar blowing like a C //huh//
No gang talk, trumpet when I speak
I spent it all at Brown Bag know I love to eat

Prior to arrival, West Side, 7th
Van Buren, Hilltop Bredren
But before then, Northside 23rd
Talkin’ Just a Place to Be what’s the Word

// Verse 2 //

We was bumping Meek Milly ain’t heard of Richard in my city
Coldest times they hold a Flamer since a youngin gettin busy
Won’t a Woo that’s with the 5 but down bottom gettin gritty
Wasn’t surfing for a wave came to swag shoutout Nitty

A Place to Be Somebody talking love then I got plenty
I can’t remeber the first side I thought of beauty as a penny
How ironic paint gone lead to lead know trigga fo the Henny
Pour a toast for lost ones getting faded à-la-Denny


Love is God, God is love, so in God I trust
I and I, You and me, coolin in the clutch
Quiet as Kawhi hot as Phoenix to the touch
Nah I wasn’t dedicated now lone ranger with the puck

Can I do better and stay the same?! While I let go of what’s causing pain?
Live my life bruh, call it vain! I gotta do me it all end the same
Can I do better and stay the same? Know some folks gone say I changed
Live my life bruh call it vain! Gotta do me it all end the same

// Hook //

Street sweeping on a Bell 25 a week
Old school Poplar blowing like a C //huh//
No gang talk, trumpet when I speak
I spent it all at Brown Bag know I love to eat

Prior to arrival, West Side, 7th
Van Buren, Hilltop Bredren
But before then, Northside 23rd
Talkin’ Just a Place to Be what’s the Word

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