Solace Sol - COLD WORLD

I'm still here if u thinking not
I'm watching early them daily Mornings
Ready pointing
I'm on it
Aiming shots
And if I got it Just tell me
But
Don't compare me to yo favorite Rapper
My own flame enough to carry
Or just end a rapper

I'm still humble
I must admit but that's before the Rapture

I got no hoes, got my money so
I spend it lesser was doing numbers
For a amateur now I'm building Numbers

I got my doubts
I ain't been feeling like I'm feeling Better
I cut her off
She come right back it get her pussy Wetter

She's always saying that I'm selfish
I should treat her better
But when we fucking
She say we should b a thing together

It's just confusion
Such delusions should've seen it Better

PUPILS IS DILATED
And stressed
Drugs upper downers I'd never do Them again
Damn psychedelics
No fuck it we going in
She like
That's ya fucking problem
I tell her chill wit her friends
You should
Be wit them
Probably be wit ya kin
I'm bound to the drugs of love
And love of them
Bound to the love
And hurt is loves friend
Cause and effect
Positions that never end

It's a cold cold world
Cruel too
When living is a threat
They say that
I'm a mess

Feeling good
Understatement
Feeling great coming home
Working good stacking cake
On the way
Ambulance
Speeding pass

That's a odd yeah making my way
Back to the crib

The hurt is voice I ain't hear before
Lil bro
Lil ish the vibe ain't there no more
You see the silence in the streets
Just ain't dead no more
It's just its silence
In the streets
Folkes ain't here no more

See lil Brodie up n tears
Those words
They sending many chills
Another brother Once again

I'm steady thinking here n fear
I mean we Lost one that's Zeno
We ain't losing one again

I just can't cope wit all the ends
See deadlines night n day
I'm so aggressive with the pen
I keep on writing n the end

Cuz knowing Gus
He would
Probably b right at me n min

He on sum bold shit that nigga talk Like he could rap
But he ain't on shit
That boy might freestyle
Just to bid
He just trolling
His last words fuck the schools
Good moments

If only I would knew I probably keep It closer

I took advantage of our days
Im so broken
That guy had told my ex bitch
Was hoe and, I got the memo
Afterwards
We haven't spoken

STILL that's my GUY
So
REST IN PEACE

N it's

It's a cold cold world
Cruel too
When living is a threat
They say that I'm a mess

Written by:
Shaleek Hollis

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