Triple Solo by Kallaway Lyrics
[Verse 1 – Kallaway]
Yeah
I’m sick a soul searchin’
Reinvented myself for the sole purpose like the Cole verses
Preach to him, preach to him
All I wanna do is write the music that gon’ reach to 'em
People think they know me
I’m the smart dude, do your part dude, never art school, credit card dude, fuck it
Here’s a little something, Kevin Hart dude, chuck it
Here’s a little something out my cart dude, muffins
All I really need is a guitar, dude pluck it
Or just somebody that can make a hit stick, truck it
Well duck it, cause I been throwin’ everything I’m left with
I’m restless, I’m reckless, I’m breathless, my necklace
The only thing reflectin’ how I really feel
Now I neglect to protect the message unless it’s real
Prophetic, the rap genetic, edit my allele
Look it up, my fishin' line always connect to the reel, yeah
[Hook – Kallaway]
Solo, I been feelin’ solo
I know you been actin’ strange
I think we should make a change
Solo, I been triple solo
I know you been actin’ strange
Where are you, where are you, where have you been
[Verse 2 – Kallaway]
Yeah
I write my interludes like interviews
I’m sick a floatin’ through my life wearin’ an intertube
They askin’ who I listen to
I told em Childish, Kendrick, and Logic
Cole, Lupe, Chance, they the loudest
And they smartest, artists around
Don’t you want the Future to super model your sound?
Where the prosecutor, illegal the way I’m drowned
I’m bored, they waterboarded me tryin’ keep me down, like
Man, where the Seoul, Korea
My sole be on the track, and I triple crown in Berea (ya ya)
Ma wish I was at the podium preachin’ aliyahs
I’m watching documentaries steady cookin’ ideas, yeah
Ha, 23 years for the confidence
I’m pissed I spent my time chasin’ dumb accomplishments
My only mission to bring together the continents
That’s Pangea, lemme see ya, put your hands up (preach)
Now everybody put your rubberbands up
Money or matter, money doesn’t matter, I mean
I’d take the latter, the ladder’s only way to the dream
I’m mad soul searchin’, I’m absol’ workin’
I’m Ab-soul merchandise, right, over my shoulders
Type my lyrics colder, freeze
Visionary my vision barely believe it
Life is scary, we changin’ more than the seasons, yeah
[Hook – Kallaway]
Solo, I been feelin’ solo
I know you been actin’ strange
I think we should make a change
Solo, I been triple solo
I know you been actin’ strange
Where are you, where are you, where have you been
Yeah
I’m sick a soul searchin’
Reinvented myself for the sole purpose like the Cole verses
Preach to him, preach to him
All I wanna do is write the music that gon’ reach to 'em
People think they know me
I’m the smart dude, do your part dude, never art school, credit card dude, fuck it
Here’s a little something, Kevin Hart dude, chuck it
Here’s a little something out my cart dude, muffins
All I really need is a guitar, dude pluck it
Or just somebody that can make a hit stick, truck it
Well duck it, cause I been throwin’ everything I’m left with
I’m restless, I’m reckless, I’m breathless, my necklace
The only thing reflectin’ how I really feel
Now I neglect to protect the message unless it’s real
Prophetic, the rap genetic, edit my allele
Look it up, my fishin' line always connect to the reel, yeah
[Hook – Kallaway]
Solo, I been feelin’ solo
I know you been actin’ strange
I think we should make a change
Solo, I been triple solo
I know you been actin’ strange
Where are you, where are you, where have you been
[Verse 2 – Kallaway]
Yeah
I write my interludes like interviews
I’m sick a floatin’ through my life wearin’ an intertube
They askin’ who I listen to
I told em Childish, Kendrick, and Logic
Cole, Lupe, Chance, they the loudest
And they smartest, artists around
Don’t you want the Future to super model your sound?
Where the prosecutor, illegal the way I’m drowned
I’m bored, they waterboarded me tryin’ keep me down, like
Man, where the Seoul, Korea
My sole be on the track, and I triple crown in Berea (ya ya)
Ma wish I was at the podium preachin’ aliyahs
I’m watching documentaries steady cookin’ ideas, yeah
Ha, 23 years for the confidence
I’m pissed I spent my time chasin’ dumb accomplishments
My only mission to bring together the continents
That’s Pangea, lemme see ya, put your hands up (preach)
Now everybody put your rubberbands up
Money or matter, money doesn’t matter, I mean
I’d take the latter, the ladder’s only way to the dream
I’m mad soul searchin’, I’m absol’ workin’
I’m Ab-soul merchandise, right, over my shoulders
Type my lyrics colder, freeze
Visionary my vision barely believe it
Life is scary, we changin’ more than the seasons, yeah
[Hook – Kallaway]
Solo, I been feelin’ solo
I know you been actin’ strange
I think we should make a change
Solo, I been triple solo
I know you been actin’ strange
Where are you, where are you, where have you been