Solarbomb - Brands Lyrics

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Gotta try, 'cause if I don't
Then I die
And that's the word from the wise
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Gotta try
'Cause if I don't then I die

Don't stress
'Bout the letters on my neck
My jean jacket don't mean shit that make sense
The Calvin Klein, the Hilfiger, don't matter why
I just need your love, your care, and your respect
Don't worry 'bout my brands bitch
Do you understand this
Thrift shop is the house of worship
Praying like a mantis
Collect art with every purchase
Gallery expanding
Painting hand me downs on this black body canvas

I fornicate in California
With these gorgeous hoes
But they only wanna f*ck me
'Cause the brands on my clothes
Super sonic thrust
She gon' feel it in her toes
Only gonna love me
When I turn to dirt and bones
I dive into my intellect
Need to pay my f*cking rent
Bring together birds and bees
I guess I'll go and make believe
I guess I'll go and take my leave
Waste another f*cking day
Swear I'm just a waste a space
Or maybe I'm the ace of spades
Open my safe to find gold and some paper
Ice in my refrigerator
I'll see you f*cka's later
I'm busy getting bread
This the shit that they gon' play when I'm dead

I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Gotta try, 'cause if I don't
Then I die
And that's the word from the wise
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Gotta try
'Cause if I don't then I die

I'm chillin' in the splash zone
With three iPhones
Wrist full of rhinestones
Where did all my time go
Lately imma rhyme slow
Lately I got boat loads of
Hoes and snow cones
Where did all my friends go
Imma need my own front door
With a big fat porch
And a real fast Porsche
A worldwide tour yuh
Background lore and a
Real strong Core
You want a feature
Imma need some pizza flavored combos
Imma need my own f*cking condo
Studio time with my amigos
Change my name to gringo
Dream car a Tesla
Whip in Arizona
And imma get it
Cuz that's what I told ya'
And I got bored yuh
Looking for the chords yuh
So I spent a fortune
Trying to make a mortgage
Hold your f*cking horses
Lately I'm annoyed bitch
Lately I'm annoyed

In the streets where I'm making gravy
In the sheets where we making babies
Parents asked have you seen me lately
'Cause I'm always up to something shady
I'm f*cking crazy, you don't f*cking phase me
Feel like Marty in the past when I'm getting faded
Collected all of my potential, not to see it wasted
So I rolled another blunt, and then I f*cking faced it
I'm robbing banks in your hood
No help and thanks bitch I'm good
I'm riding 'round with my crew
And you know they in on it too
So we chillin' in the back
With our masks on
Got the strap on me, mac 10
With the action
Pump the lead on you
If you thinking I'm a bad son
Making bread only for
My mommy and my dad, son

I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Gotta try, 'cause if I don't
Then I die
And that's the word from the wise
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Gotta try
'Cause if I don't then I die