RILTIM - Solitude Original Mix

Stop
Stop picking through the horizontal blinds
I'm waking up incredibly slow
Grabbing the heavy gold chain off the mahogany dresser
You already know
No sirens wailing in the background
There ain't no helicopter shining the beam
Just the sweet sound of the morning breeze hitting the palm trees
Feeling like a lucid dream
I lace up the fresh white sneakers
Stepping out the front door with my head held high
Looking at the neighborhood thinking about how we used to hustle
Just to get a little piece of the pie
But not today
Easing the ignition of the '64
I love to drop the hammer, stomp down
Letting that California sunshine penetrate the leather interior
Cruising past the corners where the young cats are standing
But my mindset is vastly superior
I hit the switch at the three-wheel motion
Just to show them how a real OG operates
As I navigate through the city streets
Dodging the potholes and avoiding the fake debates
I got a pocket full of paper, but a tank full of gas
And absolutely nowhere I desperately need
I lace up the fresh white sneakers
Stepping out the front door with my head held high
Looking at the neighborhood thinking about how we used to hustle
Just to get a little piece of the pie
But not today
Easing the ignition of the pristine '64
I love to hear the engine roar
Drop the hammer, stomp down
Letting that California sunshine penetrate the leather interior
Cruising past the corners where the young cats are standing
But my mindset is vastly superior
I hit the switch at the three-wheel motion
Just to show them how a real OG operates
As I navigate through the city streets
Dodging the potholes and avoiding the fake debates
I got a pocket full of paper, but a tank full of gas
And absolutely nowhere I desperately need
As sunlight peeking through the horizontal blinds
I'm waking up incredibly slow
Grabbing the heavy gold chain off the mahogany dresser
You already know
No sirens wailing in the background
And ain't no helicopter shining a beam
Just the sweet sound of the morning breeze hitting the palm trees
Feeling like a lucid dream
I lace up the fresh white sneakers
Stepping out the front door with my head held high
Looking at the neighborhood thinking about how we used to hustle
Just to get a little piece of the pie
But not today though
Keys in the ignition of the pristine '64
I love the hidden engine roar
Drop the hammer, stomp down
Letting that California sunshine penetrate the leather interior
Cruising past the corner slow where the young cats are standing
But my mindset is vastly superior
I hit the switch at the three-wheel motion
Just to show them how a real OG operates
As I navigate through the city streets
Dodging the potholes and avoiding the fake debates
I got a pocket full of paper, but a tank full of gas
And absolutely nowhere I desperately need
I lace up the fresh white sneakers
Stepping out the front door with my head held high
Looking at the neighborhood thinking about how we used to hustle
Just to get a little piece of the pie
But not today
Keys in the ignition of the pristine '64
I love the engine roar, but can't even stop down
Letting that California sunshine penetrate the leather interior
Cruising past the corners where the young cats are standing
But my mindset is vastly superior
I hit the switch at the three-wheel motion
Just to show them how a real OG operates
As I navigate through the city streets
Dodging the potholes and avoiding the fake debates
I got a pocket full of paper, but a tank full of gas
And absolutely nowhere I desperately need
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