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True Love
03:07
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Hoping I get free, yo
Scoping out the real
So away from geeks acting phony on the media
Gulping down beats like "Bon Appetit!"
Point my bone at her meat, she's exploding like the death star
Far from them rugrats, they must've ran from Reptar,
I'm stomping down the sidewalk as loud as I talk
And they think that I'm a cyborg, how I speak to soundboards
Brewing up a cloudy storm, to grow up all these flowers
Sweet like an R&B singer, but start with me, I'll sting ya
Get cooked to lasagna, gonna wish I never met ya
It's just me, my partners, and anyone who accepts this
Sneak into my garden and a punch is what's expected
You're lunch, and I'm breakfast, I get them up in the morning
No yawning at my tracklists
Roy did a backflip on the beat, I match it with some rap shit
X-ACTO how i stab into the pocket, and it's prolly in my genes
I do this for my Billie Jeans
I've had the same pants for years now
Been tryna save cash for years now
Fuck your taste, relax your ears pal
Nothing's great unless you make it
Nothing's great unless you make it
Everything is such a tedious effort, no wonder had a deathwish
I think i'm just being mental, I'm under her impressions
You talking shit? lemme know, I'm tryna be direct
But they jump over like Mario
I said I'm always on the go, got a catalogue of flowin' beats,
Still I'm far from gold the way I see it
'Cause I'm tryna reach these fucking people
I guess I'm just not casual enough, I'm always pro
Artistry is hard, I know
I can't fault your soul, but I can't bargain with foes
I been heartless before, but I see stardom's the goal
Family always supports, and we all been through stones
I'm all in the zone, I'm going hard for your core, and so far from the surface
Raw in every verse and I see the superficials get nervous, that's perfect
It works with my plan like the plants and the earth do
Ran with some serpents and they taught me a lesson that's worth learning
Not everybody can understand everybody and really
Most of these people don't wanna know what they're not used to
I was raised by the internet since six
Slowly realized every little world is pretty big
Some just might assume you meant what they want you to
It's often why a person feels upset when they get confused
Yes, just a simple dude blessed with a bigger view
Yet to be hated by a guest that was in my tune
I've had the same pants for years now
Been tryna save cash for years now
Fuck your taste, relax your ears, pal
Nothing's great unless you make it
Nothing's great unless you make it
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Clear View
02:09
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I've done had it since a badass little kid
I just have to practice living with it, glad I always is
Is it magic? Well, imagine that, my glasses on the fritz from that question
Blasting through this life just like a math quiz
Back in the past, I had to ask to relax
Nowadays I'm left on my own to chase the feel, what's real?
Heart's got a razored shield, and I ain't playing in your field
Hard, but I make it still, made it chill, stating facts
Fuck these niggas, I'mma spare anything but these niggas
I swear to everything, fuck these niggas, I'mma be anything but these niggas
I ain't playing with ya, and I be making it known
An eighth I toke away in smoke, while I'm facing my soul
I'm playing goalie, no futbol, es el camino a el queso
Necesito mas pesos, no leech on my payroll
And nobody owe me
Consolidate on the daily, I'm tryna see my fam eat
I know my face in the mirror, I hold my place for the dearest
And try to be the man she can see
I'm tryna be brand new like Aretha Fran
Easy plans stormed up in my ego's land
World can't be the same, and I weep to that
Least I can see a stack
We tryna be less sad 'cause when her son is happy, she's relaxed
We tryna see a track onto a path where we don't need rehab
Fuck these niggas, I'mma spare anything but these niggas
I swear to everything, fuck these niggas, I'mma be anything but these niggas
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Fate Boulevard
02:51
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Shout out my brother tryna get a job
Sometimes I think I'm lazy, but I'm simply not
I just stray away to my own pace
Mama still tryna see my grace
Though I tend to grow angry at them shitty ways
I'm seeing money all over the place, going to waste
Seems like the only way I'm gonna stay okay though
Life caught my brodie slippin', had to lose his pay
It's embedded in our brain, "a wage is not worth pain"
"A wage is not worth pain, so try to keep our sane"
But how's a nigga gon be fly, with no jet plane?
Wanna see homies on the mic for some bars to lay
But most people got their eyes on a place to live
I'm holy, know that I'm a guy to never fake or fib
Afraid of shit, nah, my last tape cemented this
I got a friend or six, that's all I need
And in reality, bros see no Hammurabi's code
I'm emo, so that's why I'm taking shots like free throws
But even for that, I need dough
All I know is my momma keeps me focused
Wasn't for her, I know a nigga would be homeless
And for the bro, I know my love will always hold him
Same with the crew, and I don't care if no one noticed
I hate money, really wish I didn't need it
I make the music to reach solace and reach you kids
When I'm famous, use the money to see us at our best
Okay with change, I had to learn niggas leave just to have left
I speak to me in my dreams, wake up and struggle to breathe breath
I dunno what to do with my life but what's next
I dunno what to do with my life, but what's next?
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Hollywood (feat. P-Tree)
01:42
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They be like "I promise when you hit hollywood, shit'll all be good"
But honestly, I'll be in the woods, their shit don't change the world
Obviously I'm no Mandela, but when I live forever just like him
You'll see my effect on internal endeavors motivating effort
Tryna show that patience to myself
Hating on me now is a mistake you'll see streets down
While we're piercing streets ahead, you'll see your mates just fake you out
I be pacing to and fro, tryna make my whys and hows
Catch me blazed while bae's in bed, mixing sonics with the mouse
Us gods give honesty a shout, Hollywood gon' kick us out
They be playing with your brains just to milk the cash cow
When you make it, keep your sane, don't let them buy you.
When you make it, keep it sane, don't let them buy you
Appraising your value, to take it and squash it, deep fry it like food
Every haiku, you get like 5% if you're lucky or some shit
I'm taking every drum kit and mixing it myself
Fuck these publicists, managers, and otherwise bitch-types
Who swipe mind and get hype
Leave me with ashes in my pipe when I had a ki, ain't happening to me
I'm glad to take these leaps on my own if I have to
I'll bring home every morsel until my platter is full, sir
Can't flatter me to roll over and flatten me
This is my passion, dipshit, eat a bag of feces
And while you're at it, keep from contacting me
This ain't an act, you fat-cat bastard thieves
You can @ me but you can't have my beats
Even after I'm deceased, so eat that, you cheap rats
Pete's a fabulous piece
So peace
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Lil Man
04:15
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Realized we were little ever since middle school
Universe getting bigger, while we still alive
Can't hold it like the feelings that I get inside
I'm rambo on my mission, is you finna ride?
Ten toes on the ceiling, I turned upside down
Still the same, like the human brain, dude
Me and you too, no matter what they pay you
I'mma make music, til I grow 180 old
Never gotta prove to a soul, you alone, lil boy
I don't know the name of this road, but it turns how I like it, so I'mma keep hiking
And my glasses might break again, I'll just have to take it
Eyes burn 'cause I'm tired, but I'mma keep trying, lil boy
Seen shit and all it is the worst to the point I don't even think to talk about it's worth the time
Joy is earned, open your mind, it's not in the sky
That stuff's rain, and rain is a blessing, lil boy
Recognize the pain leads to lessons, lil boy
You ain't gotta pay me no attention, lil boy
He ain't gon' be with you when it's death, lil boy
She don't want just sex, lil boy
Ain't nobody really owe you nothing, lil boy
You're the one who makes up what's impressive, lil boy
Money is the way not the destination, boy
Better make sure niggas stay, lil boy
Lotsa shit you don't know, hoe
Watch how your friends come and go and change
There's lotsa shit you don't know, bro
Just yesterday I was pained
Niggas still tryna hate!
Oop! They just did it again
I'm just tryna elevate
They don't want no happy end
Then I think of you
Then I think of you
You don't know shit
You don't know shit
We don't know shit
No way my wage gon' stay light
Ain't no damn time ain't hold mates high
A goal that stayed the same since age five
Even fakes can't say that HK ain't tried, lil boy
No way to play the game right, lil boy
But you ain't gotta pay me no attention, lil boy
He ain't gon' be with you when it's death, lil boy
She don't want just sex, lil boy
Ain't nobody really owe you nothing, lil boy
You're the one who makes up what's impressive, lil boy
Money is the way not the destination, boy
Better make sure niggas stay, lil boy
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Solace Bowden.
Born 11/12/99.
Artist since 2012.
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