Lyrics Tap In - Sol Miranda

I had to come back and hit this one different
Got a little Solar Twist in the system

Yea day one
Lost the fam in the eye like a Grayson
Acrobatics on these lines what's abrasions
Beat these villains with batons and my patience
Dev told me Yo Sol throw some bass on
Get ya ass to the crowd go and play sum
Flying high in the night like a grey sun
Kickin back lay the vibe fill the blanks what's my style if the times aren't Roman
So are you down with the shits hey
Turn you out what you want me to be
H-Town like it slow when I speak Tip toe round the town uptown in my lay-days
Moving fast we not the same speed
Uptown getting lanced now my frames fade-ed
F that want the frank-luns plated
In and outside when I call girl

Meet me at the club
Club!
Club
Club!
Club
Club!
Club yea
I meet you at the mall
Mall!
Mall
Mall!
Mall
Mall!
Mall
The feeling ain't enough
Nuff!
Nuff
Nuff!
Nuff
Nuff!
Nuff
Then fill up the cart
Cart!
Cart
Cart!
Cart
Cart!
Cart

Fill up my cup yea
Fill up my vibe
Settling down what a hell of a time
Fill up my cup yea
Fill up my vibe
Even out both sides make ya dance any time
Go sit at the table
Who needs entertainment
Comma on the name 3 grams when you face it
Onomatopoeia when I tame you naked
A rough rough ride but I'm destined to make it
So pour up if we dining, uh
I pour up if she fining, yea
I pour up on the novice I do
Drop dimes eat Italian
Now we heating these pennies
With my vodka gal
Now we eating spaghetti
With lasag-na nah
Gar-field rubbing his belly
He a Plot-ter Shot-ter
The field it been ready
For my arrival times up
A passive degenerate
I'm passive from day to day
Aye
I processed our day to days
So I know exactly what to say
A passive degenerate
I'm passive from day to day
I processed our day to days
So I know exactly what to say

Meet me at the club
Club!
Club
Club!
Club
Club!
Club yea
I meet you at the mall
Mall!
Mall
Mall!
Mall
Mall!
Mall
The feeling ain't enough
Nuff!
Nuff
Nuff!
Nuff
Nuff!
Nuff
Then fill up the cart
Cart!
Cart
Cart!
Cart
Cart!
Cart

Aye Tap In!
Ha
Ha
Ha
Ha
Ha
Ha
Girl tap in!
Ha
Ha
Ha
Ha
Ha
Ha
Hey tap in!
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Girl tap in!
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yea tap in!

In the bathroom
Chat rooms
Written on these bad rooms
Cashew niggas too nutty for the menu
Allergic to these lames they be sucking like a vacuum
Noisy with complaints from those around at the venue
That's not my mans man is the screws up in ya head lose
Shake a Nigga down run his pockets have some leg room
Bikinis with some bottoms bottom up this is consensual
Slapped a hoe in the face cause she ain't hit me I said thank you
Double Dee up in my lab I experiment like I'm Dexter
Better get up out my lab when I'm cooking these instrumentals
The chemical imbalance might blow us up into medical
Fields of expertise let me chop the beat make it extra dope