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Just another night! Dreaming about flight,
Thinking bout the off-white sight we like to call life
Niggas tryna bite mine, no wonder they don't pat my back enough
So many tapes, if they were cassettes, you couldn't stack em all
Some niggas only wanna see themselves successful
So when you talk your shit, watch their gears inside get stressful
Years of time... I've had years of time to let it go
But fuck faking like i'm not amazing, I'mma let you know
I'm stuck chasing peace, it's in my name, momma blessed the kid
That's why if you start getting cocky I'll treat you next to kin
How he sound so ill, yet the sounds be his medicine
I guess it got complicated since I became a veteran
The level-ups on the daily stay unstoppable
I meditate them laying in the bed with my clock on my brain
Most my life, been tryna free my mind
We cold as ice, in the deep end, trying
I told my guys I can see they're nice
But sometimes I can't sleep at night
This whole ride rigged with C-4 tight
I might die before I record right
Sometimes I can't see other side
But most my life been tryna free my mind
But sometimes I can't sleep at night
Sometimes I can't sleep at night
Sometimes
Aye, I can't sleep, got the energy to run
Take a walk outside, 4AM feeling numb
Watching street lights, following the wind
Listening to beats I write, feeling like a king
At fifteen, trapped inside my own dreams
Wouldn't know if they were pleasant, I rarely felt a thing
Always at my most creative at 5AM
Take my demons in front, and I begun painting them
In all colors, and all lies
But I learned to beat they ass, I cut off the ties
Right now it's 2AM, thinking bout hitting the bed, and swerve
When I wake up I feel like the happiest kid in the world
At night times rap cats always got shit on their minds
On their minds
At night times rap cats always got shit on their minds
On their minds...
Most my life, been tryna free my mind
We cold as ice, in the deep end, trying
I told my guys I can see they're nice
But sometimes I can't sleep at night
This whole ride rigged with C-4 tight
I might die before I record right
Sometimes I can't see other side
But most my life been tryna free my mind
But sometimes I can't sleep at night
Sometimes I can't sleep at night
Sometimes
(If you're anything like me, your night goes a little something like this...)
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Head spinning and I'm feeling loosey goosey
Woozy off a doobie whenever pen touches the loose leaf
And I need two melatonin and the grey goose to induce sleep
Finished fighting with Lucy, life's been feeling like a movie
Lately shit's been going almost a little bit too smoothly
Every moment's filled with beauty, dawg, I feel this shit profusely
To kick me off my pedestal, you gon need the legs of Bruce Lee
That's the stipulation, my trophy's never for participation
What's the situation?
Broke my inclination to instant gratification
The constant pontification has got me feeling impatient
Got used to being the despondent, but lately I'm incomplacent
Q-Tip said the ego make you feel stronger when people hate you
Difference 'tween our mistakes is I wear them all on my sleeves
You'll never see a facade when conversating with me
Feet on my board, I'm living life with a night
I keep a high on deck in case I try too hard and I don't like the outcome
I'm fearing the wreck, I'm missing your face
No one calls me obsessed, but that don't stop me from feeling that way
Tearing smoking jays, Navy blue showed me a new way to think
After kendrick showed me that there's no need to hate it
His music is still written in good ink, even if he's racist
'Cause he had learned from old faces
Hard to mold break, but those that shape us
Can teach soulful plays and ways to cope
Look out for the scope adjacent
Don't drown in complaints, but there's a better place to go
So don't be complacent either
Confident, learned from my teachers
Everybody unconcerned, watching from the bleacers
Even when I'm egregious
Nobody's gleeful or even greets us
Eventually they'll wanna peep though, when my crop is wreaking
I've been thinking from the top of my day
'Cause when I get home, a bowl can't stopped from getting flamed
Obnoxious is my brain from the constant reminders
Of mistakes getting played, wish I could hop from my mind
But it got my everything in it, obviously
But impossible to see that's how I got my dreams keeping me stocked
It's the lock to my key, think i'm ever gonna stop?
Only along with breathing, this early I'm just teething
But not rusty either, not leaving
Professor of dark feelings turning to plotted seedlings
You think you can do what I do? I think I'm cooler than you
I knew I lot about making moves before I ever had to
And it was never really hot to leave your dude
In the coldest part of his path, but that's the past now screw it
Under the bridge where I threw it, along with all the fluid in the basin
Healing my wounds from these old faces
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3. |
Praise the Moon!
02:02
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Just like in Sam Witwickey’s hands
I got dis torch, So we all sparked
We mobbin 12am, it’s rather deep how it all start
From sky to toes, could barely see my wrist it was mad dark
I light this wood and Rudolph thru the night, cause we mad sharp
Been stackin like it’s Uno, still the draw came with bad cards
I flip them hoes like Judo, servin niggas who half hard
I’m yelling "fuck a Pewterschmidt!" and stomping so Reptar
I’m lit without a problem. got this coat, still my chest scarred
Just like some fireflies, I’m Chasing all my problems again, aye
My Koolaid with this liquor, writing wrongs through my pen
Oh, these 808s say they gone help me conquer my sins
But I got so many, I don’t really know if I can
So, we runnin' til it’s 1AM, now it’s 2AM, Almost 3AM
Tryna chase the sun, 'cause every night up at the moon we gazin
All my goons hangin', now we groove chasin'
Got me luminatin', yesterday was broke
But now it's different blue faces!
I wish so much odd shit as I see it
While I’m driving down the TSP at 3AM
Playing some raps that teach me more facts
To stay in a smooth track
It’s futile if you don’t do what you have to
past two, nothing good happens
unless you with your dudes
my mood at night wonders
nostalgia’s all there, I got a rock in my chest
but never fight the stress
Just Like some fireflies, I’m Chasing all my problems again, aye
My Koolaid with this liquor, writing wrongs through my pen
Oh, these 808s say they gon' help me conquer my sins
But I got so many, I don’t know if I really can
So, we runnin' til it’s 1AM, now it’s 2AM, Almost 3AM
Tryna chase tha sun, 'cause every night up at da moon we gazin
All my goons hangin', now we groove chasin'
Got me luminatin', yesterday was broke
But now it's different blue faces!
Writing wrongs through my pen, oh!
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Fresh pasta bars, they don't take long to cook up
The shook stuffs an act, the new beats stack, I look up
Been hours in my tower, it's all on wax for the hook up
But lately I've been letting it sit, marinate juices
This time's for closing my eyelids, but I'm consistently vibing
Am I equipped for the climate? That's why i'm itching for guidance
Praying for longer, need to get stronger, niggas looking for diamonds
Stuck up in the rough, in my mind it's been tough
On the grind for some dimes, fuck a prime, we ain't up
Been way up on the cusp, fuck
Keeping me up, knowing I'm ample, sleep irrelevant to my life
Ironically, if you take it lightly, you can't hold a candle
Lights out, ceiling tell me everything in Christ's house
Spill my doubts, ain't cleaning up the mess, that ain't my route
Let it loop in, let it loop in
Need two benzes in my pocket
In this rocket, cooped in
Loose ends up in the topics
Tie it up, we hooping
Let it loop in, let it loop in
Need two benzes in my pocket
In this rocket, cooped in
Loose ends up in the topics
Tie it up, we hooping
Beat is punching, beat the punch,
The reaper stuck in limbo
No info if you ain't valid
10-4? I click the button
Verses dumping from a distance
Turned to kembo, unh
Starting place in this damn race
Tryna get the fam plates
I'd be grateful if you jammed tapes
But I must campaign
Make you wanna do it, start improving, unh
Earn my worth, this soul I searched urged me to work
When first comes first, you learn this turf verbalize my hurt,
Like when you daring but there's nothing planned
Cuffing hands, with the xans, know some homies tweaking,
Ain't no seeking, brothers in the can
Need to dare like jets, I'mma pair with crests
I be damned, I'm best
Seeing no care for flesh
Nigga beware I'm blessed
Nigga beware I'm blessed
Let it loop in, let it loop in
Need two benzes in my pocket
In this rocket, cooped in
Loose ends up in the topics
Tie it up, we hooping
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Bars too warm, too dirty like your underarms
Too real, that's why you can't figure the type of front I'm on
You will be shocked, better approach me with no metal on
And get alarmed, you might get popped like kettle corn
How he write in such a super fashion?
It's not the New York accent, it's the black angst
Still got love for dim rainy days, and hazy J's
Other local rappers tend to stray away, they afraid
While their girls save my number for later like layaway
And this world keeps going under as greater days decay away
I'mma be at my zone with my own squad
Hit my iPhone, if I don't drop at least once this season
Hit my Iphone, if i don't drop at least once
If i do, don't hit me up like "how are you doing?"
'Cause the music be what I'm going through
Check the news
Got me walking wilder than I used to
Scared to get tomorrow, spend watch on Blue's Clues, aye
Getting lost on the pavement, hearing crews cruise
Stayed under the flower til ideas get loose-loose
Why I can't have no fun with this?
Been scared most of my life, this ain't no funny bits. Light!
I see music at midnight, the thrill of flowing through the body
This what people think could be godlike
If that boy be really conscious, what do you think god likes?
Do he like his bitches cheap? Take a J before he sleep?
I think I thank god, and I think god is in everyone
On some spiritual-energy level, son
I think god is in everyone
On some spiritual-energy level, son
Son
Sun
Moon
Dawn
(It's 10PM, do you know where your children are?)
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7. |
Always & Forever
02:14
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You hate the hero, understanding the foe
I've been divided, in the middle like cole
But only child, the attention ain't sold though
I ain’t special to no hoes
That's a lambo to volvo
You got hope bro but you broke though
Scared of being down, niggas joke though
Blue check grounds, the clout cloaked though
Shit ain't fly to me on the young side of society
But I acquire the thoughts of higher me
To keep an eye on me, Who guided me?
Niggas lie to me, shit be obvious
Niggas think I'm Andy, see you toying us
Y'all annoying us, I orient the flow then take voyages
Talk bout taking hoes, see the ploy in us
Coupe go retarded, still can't pay it off
Getting 3rd place, you ain't taking off
Back where you started, gotta play it off
Shit I think about, run out of exhaust
Join the race at all, nigga, what's the cost?
How do I prevent? stop all the dents
I see niggas quit, you got me bent
Don't need no one, bitch! I ain't on the bench
They taking a mile, removing the inch
See niggas get rich and turn to the Grinch
Grabbing yo shit! my circle, that's it
We going for space, they being a blimp
See dreams better, redeem cheddar, team effort
We deem letters a great pleasure
Seen lesser, dream better
It's easy when I dream the
Word appease me
See the ease, free
Hair good, oil tea tree
How I treat thee
Hope they need me
Don’t leave me
Now I come to make my mark, bitch
You skip the lies
Swear I'll die lit
Got me seeing all this dark shit
Then I close my eyes
Now the sky's lit
I don’t know if imma die lit. Know I never had a pilot
Only thing that control me is behind my eyelids
And I don’t know why half the time I’m even trying it
But bitch I’m trying it, I admit I’m a bit fit to be
A tired gimmick and I’m a cynic, but my rhythm iron
Try to slit it, get diminished
Thought that I was finished
Oughta try sitting and listening
Speaking of which, it’s fucking sickening
I make so much music
post it
and no one
clicks the link
It's easy when I dream
The word appease me
See the ease, free
Hair good, oil tea tree
How I treat thee
Hope they need me
Don’t leave me
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9. |
Bambi (feat. Andre Loot)
02:08
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Can't you understand?
It's better with a man
Can't you understand?
It's 2AM
I need some sleep, but I'm caught up in dreams
Where I'm always dying, falling like leaves
Roots been deceased, grass never grown
But I'm still looming in meadows to come
And glooming bout the shit that i've done
Got these night terrors, but I can't just run
Off the thousandth time, ready to say to goodbye
Fall in a thousand year sleep
When I wake up,
Peep
Bambi, can't you understand?
Bambi, it's better with a man
Maybe it's because you're so young
Or maybe I'm just too naive
It's so hard to believe
Bambi, can't you understand?
Bambi, it's better with a man
Maybe it's because you're so young
Or maybe I'm just too naive
It's so hard to believe
Bambi
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(At niiiiight! Hehehe. At night!)
Niggas act like i'm the same, as if they hope I am
But practice leads to change, and I haven't wanted to hold your hand
I magically hit with no aim, and my only plan's
To make you my biggest fan, I wait
But they only listen to a rapper when he's famous
'Cause the locals tend to be crap, and they dunno I'm right around the way
Pull my style out the grave, I'm overdue
Hope that you ain't cold just 'cause your type beats
Can't hold a light to my heat. bitch
I've seen way too many fight scenes
Please hold up a lighter if you're like me, just might be
If you're not, call a cop, 'cause brodie I ain't leaving
Simply not surprised to see people ain't hyped to be unique
They try so hard to hop on trends that they're rhyme thieves
And I just keep a beat machine beside me, for times I'm feeling blue
If I'm ever as real as you, then I need to improve
But for now I dodge the noobs, by simply walking with a smarter truth
When the fall comes, I can tell I'mma be falling down
The tall tales you told, they sold, and now I don't know how to cope
Ha, or so you hope, you fucking dope
You can't hold me down, I float without a motorboat
But I'm not saying I don't wish I had an engine
In fact it's getting me melancholy but destiny and love got me
My therapy what you copied, the terrible gives me options
And I turn them into song spins on top of bong rips
But if this song hits hard, you gotta give it up for SOLACE
The one who taught me to craft before i polished
The one who caught me while crashing
Will accomplish more than I can name
This is more than just a tired game to us
Remember days on the bus, and smoking haze til we slumped
We tasted skunk, and it was great to us
But all that made it was tough, we puffed way too much
We stuffed days into blunts, I'm glad we're shaping up
Hooray to Art Club
It's Night Times
It's Night Times, listen to this shit
It's Night Times Volume Three, shut the fuck up
It's Night Times
It's Night Times Volume Three
It's an Art Club classic,
Cut your shit off
Volume Three, Night Times
Shut up, listen to this shit, bitch
Shut the fuck up
Night Times Volume Three
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11. |
Feeling Tonight
01:20
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Aw yeah
I know you’ll remember me
I don’t tend to destiny doubt, but where’s the rest of me now
She won’t answer, that messes me up
Exing me out. oh? texting me now!
I’m so obsessed, I don’t care if arrested again
I just want sex and a best friend
who knows everything about me, checks in on me,
Cares enough to shout and scream
Puffs in the air with me and wears my Tee’s
But I know too many teases who wanna get me in my feelings and leave me
I’m not scared to be me, I’m just scared there’s no one out there who wants a P-Tree
I’m tryna blare out my awkwardest self to see who‘s actually compelled
To give a shit about me, and not another S. Lynn
I’m so aware of your evil
Never gonna be a sequel to the movie with you people
I can’t do it to me, damn near ruined me
Now I’m pursuing the peaceful... peace
See you got your pride back, I just want my mind back
If I knew the shit was tangible I’d ask for time back
But thats cap though
Cause you the reason I have dreams of moving back home
See cause of you I’m tryna find new ways to act numb
I left this heart inside yo pocket, wasn’t that dumb?
You niggas betta hope ya shotty kill in one pump
Cause all my hittas know I’m critical as One Punch
So like the tin man turned to Iron Giant, niggas not afraid of dyin’
Slay me down, but I’ll survive it
I could be a martyr, how they crucify me
And when I’m high I’m like a fighter pilot
Fighting tryna find a island
Where I’ll find my mind that might be out there prolly
See, I been running from the moon
I don’t see how you don’t too
Cause like every night my secrets looking back right at me
So I been chasing down these views,
I done seen me quite a few
But I’m more lost than I started kinda actually
(how i feel, it sure is strange, surely stays, surely stays...)
(Surely stays...)
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Tilting to the walls, thinking bout intricate swords
To assassinate your reflex to animate my projects
Make em come alive to man
Kill em like I'm son of sam, no 44 ever gon get me
Bro I don't live by the swords so the sword won't ever hit me
I'm busy killing mental parasites like ripley
Stitch the head up, always scratchy and itchy
In a cat n mouse chase with myself
I think that I'm smarter than i am yet I don't seek any help
Had some helping hands, and now I'm the right plan
But on the wrong planet,
Nocturnal weeks that I mismanage
You can hear all these nice words
But a gut hook won't heal with a bandage
But making art at night times keep me on the line of madness
Look, look
During his dirty days, alternatives look insane
People slanging that caine
Or even twerking for change
Moving forward in life
Allowed to work on your aim
It wouldn't hurt to get paid
But work be irking your brain
Get verses out for the pain
This nightly sage, we age
But, shit, niggas ain't rushing
Just came out from the dungeon
They tried cutting my funding
Putting dents for the buffing
But all I hear is the bluffing
Choppa be du-du-du-dumping
Don't mind the impediment, I'm rhyming for my heaven sent cousin
They lying, it's evident, I'm guided for forever, we up it
Better humbly clutch it, or you turning to puppet
They raging and cussing, seeing us rupture the function, on god
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We growing up with this
Learning from the past 'cause we love presence
Happiness doesn't last, but it comes again
I got pictures with no flash, and your mug in it
We growing up with this
Only rap with lads I can function with
I don't judge your haberdashery, if trust is in it
We find our feelings in the moment, and I must give in
Light shades out at night
Opposite, that's when I come to life
Dropping fears seen in sight
Disappear in the clutter like the clutter of my mind
Wondering in time, creating experiences
Experiment shy, hide from the opportunity
To see their eye's disappointment lined
Soon to find I was in the unemployment line
Zoom out, what happened? He never took chances,
Was scared of the past ones, prepared never happened
But that's past tense
On the climb, I was absent, but note got sent
Control my senses, hold no semblance
A focused entrance, I won't regret it
My soul kinetic, 'cause we all connected
That's why it took a second for me to step in
The world descended that's when my passion ended
But I'm back 'cause I know we headed up
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15. |
HBO
01:37
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It'z tha last nite...
I noe I'm gon' miss u
U kno I'm gon' miss u
U don't give a $#!^, do u?
U like "grab a tishoo"
U cri 2, I knx u do
Din't mean 2 diss u
U don give a $#!^, do u?
Fine then, boo, I QUIT, ayy
U kno I ws mistaken, I'll rmembr this wuz gr8
Tired ov runnn in circlz ova hurdlz
Tryna convince u 2 gimme a brake!
Fye keeps on burnin, lessns were learnt
and I know ur next will be _____
Miss u!
U kno I'm gon' miss u
U don't give a $#!^, do u?
U like "grab a tishoo"
U cri 2, I knx u do!!1!
Din't mean 2 diss u!!!!
U don give a $#!^, do u?!
Fine then, boo, I quit...
U kno I ws mistaken, I'll rmembr this wuz gr8
No i ain't eva pretendn, ayyyy
We only played on nintendo, ayyy
We only played on that xbox, uhh
Ion't play gaemz witcho MENTAL, ayy
Focused on winning your _____
Miss u!
U knx I'm gon' miss u
U don't give a $#!^, do u?
U like "grab a tishoo"
U cri 2, I knoe u do
Din't mean2diss u
U don give a $#!^, do u?
Fine thn, boo, I quit, ayy
U kno I ws mistaken I'll rmembr this wuz gr8
I knx u got2go but i'm [sato] tho!
I wuz curln up ya toez, we waz all exposd!
U eevn lemme take ______ ___ __ _____ ___
Miss u!
U knx I'm gon' miss u...
U don't give a $#!^, do u?
U like "grab a tishoo"
U cri 2, I knoe u do
Din't mean2diss u
U don give a $#!^, do u?
Fine thn, boo, I quit, ayy
U kno I ws mistaken I'll rmembr this wuz gr8
It'z tha last nite...
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Solace Bowden.
Born 11/12/99.
Artist since 2012.
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