Lyrics:
Whole lotta weed in my system bitch I'm in the solar system
Guess I like being with the planets nobody on Earth understands me
Understands me
a mess like me
Still impress like me
Ain't no other rapper rep like me
Doing sets like me
With a zest like me
I'm Solar-Bound
They wanna keep up, but they
days are gone
You've become viral
some have kids to come
But most are on the loose
Solar
Solar
Full aware
Of what I've ain't got but still chase
real
I think I'm in over my head
Not gonna wait up at night
Don't have the time of day
And if you thought that I was
Boy you trippin' off the ledge
Fast
You ain't with my niggas so you finna catch the pump
Solar flare, coming out like we was just the sun
Solar flare, throwing out our cases so I feel
you can tell
Bitch my flow is perfect like Cell
Solar Kamehameha send that boy to hell
Bitch my flow is perfect like Cell
All this green on me you can
Day 109 of the expedition
Riding on the solar wind and everything is fine
No man has ever been here before
And everything is fine
Mission is going
This is for the things I don't say enough
Waiting for the day we touch
Your lips to mine eclipse solar lunar
I'll see you soon but I'll talk
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see
me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see
Twenty four hours of every day
I'd walk on glass just to hear you say
Gettin' it on is like a drug to me
I want you baby, can't you see
I'm
to tightrope walk it all
But I'm a Grayson
One day we not gone be passive with the slaying
One day we might just put action to the saying
One day we'll stop all
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple|Paper in the evening.||'My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes
Cruisin' by herself
Send me some of your solar beams
I've been runnin' low on kerosene
Like a 19th century lamp burnin' out
Will you light my match second
Twenty-four hours of every day
I'd walk on glass just to hear you say
Gettin' it on is like a drug to me
I want you baby, can't you see
I'm crashed
what I have done
Spend my days and nights
In roaring halls of crimson life
Solar confinement
Solar confinement, solar confinement
Solar distress
people
I live my dreams and i hope
We don't stop till all dreams
Blow on like solar weels
We go racing straight to future
And so it is right here
Till all
Philosophy
Is always a recurring theme in my day dreams
I'm always looking for the philosophical
A slight tickle in my throat
A cold, sweet tasting
in my brand new spaceship
Riding round in my brand new spaceship
Imma fly my way out of my mama basement
Out the solar system, in my brand new
"Super gross", that's what you said to me on our last ride
Since the day we met, you've had everybody on your side
How foolish of me to think we'd
I don't feel like I'm really me no more
They pulled me apart to see how I worked
Pulled it all apart, so put me back together
Solar system
escape their watching eyes
Solar system angels
They're watching you and I
Back in the days of the Pharaohs
They saw many visions in the sky
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