Paint

If my songs go pop, pop, pop

What makes you think I'm not okay with that?

I took my backpack off, off, off

Ready to change the game and run the track

Y'all thinking I'ma fall off?

I'm Thomas the Engine, two seconds, you get your rocks off

That's right, I said you're all soft

So I paint over the scene like I'm Bob Ross

I go weed songs if you smoke good

I got peace songs if you ain't so hood

That you can kick it, get it, have a party

Oh shit, homie, don't hurt nobody

Let your knees drop while the beat rock

Need my scheme sheen, something like Pete Rock

You gotta hit the g spot

Life's too short like an Ewok, live it

Let you nerves shake while the earth quake

Do The Bird like it's Purple Rain

Now, say something stupid 'bout girls and drinks

And slur your words and sip on Chardonnay

Now, roll something up

What you waiting for? Roll something up

Eyes low if you roll like us

So, when I say Sol, everybody jump, jump

Jump

Ay, 'bout to turn a dream to a million

But we don't chase cream, so we feed it to the children

Paint new faces on the canvas

As I write classic poems like Sanskrit

Epic, three letters don't forget it, pronounced Sol

But I got soul in excess, the next best

To the best, but the best ain't reign yet

So, I guess we all kings, yes

A rising tide will raise all boats

But if you throw stones, nobody floats

Negativity breeds nothing but ills

That's why I paint the perfect with the team that I build

Say cheese and pose like a G

In some gold dookie ropes like Run DMC

Too many homies on my team

Made a whole fucking album with my family

Yeah, if you love life

Don't ever let it waste, y'all

That's why you gotta make love

Make peace, make noise, make art

Let me get a Sol clap

Can I get a Sol clap?

Let me get a Sol clap

Can I get a Sol clap?

Sol clap for me