Solace, Art Club - Twentytwenties Lyrics

Beat me up with words? haha, thank you
I popped, they blew me
They salty and screw-faced
I got a new taste this year
And it includes a few flavors
First tastebuds, i'm sticking to just bud
Fuck the other drugs, i don't need your hugs
That's number two, i can pass on you
Number three, i be making beats, slicing
And writing verses, except we actually release
8 Years passed, not even a peep came out
Now i'm loud as fuck
And you're in the crowd, shoutin' "what?"
I can't even hear, my hands too busy
Working on miracles, nothing satirical here
I'm a few tiers up now
You crying tears? i don't give a fuck now
These the years for us now
Nothing changes but the changes
We need more presence than Christmas
When i was a younger legend
I wasn't gifted, until i stuck to my instincts
Y'all were stuck into clique's drama
But i myself was by myself
Ask my exes, ask my exes
Still cared what niggas thought
Now i got no incentive
High school will never be the best of my sessions
But yes they were lessons
I guess I had to have left him and her
The feeling burns, but it's clearly sure
Dealing with the 2020s
Tired of these niggas, tryna get a picture of me
To get to know me, thing is really i'm a movie
I'm flipping over the leaf for sun on both sides
My idea of black business is minding mine
I just wish the mission was getting rich since '99
But i was way too young to see through lies
Now i'm scraping up the paper
Tryna say some stuff relatable
Paper cuts from mates' memoirs
They're souvenirs on my arm
I'm hard to charm, i just may think you mean harm
If you're not tryna squad on a lawn, while doing nothing at all
Not tryna waste my art, your mere presence makes my heart
Fear and deception breaks my heart
But not my brain so i got all the parts for reparation
Everything can make sense, if you just have patience
As they say, nothing changes but the changes

Beat me up with words? haha, thank you
I popped, they blew me
They salty and screw-faced
I got a new taste this year
And it includes a few flavors
First tastebuds, i'm sticking to just bud
Fuck the other drugs, i don't need your hugs
That's number two, i can pass on you
Number three, i be making beats, slicing
And writing verses, except we actually release
8 Years passed, not even a peep came out
Now i'm loud as fuck
And you're in the crowd, shoutin' "what?"
I can't even hear, my hands too busy
Working on miracles, nothing satirical here
I'm a few tiers up now
You crying tears? i don't give a fuck now
These the years for us now
Nothing changes but the changes
We need more presence than Christmas
When i was a younger legend
I wasn't gifted, until i stuck to my instincts
Y'all were stuck into clique's drama
But i myself was by myself
Ask my exes, ask my exes
Still cared what niggas thought
Now i got no incentive
High school will never be the best of my sessions
But yes they were lessons
I guess I had to have left him and her
The feeling burns, but it's clearly sure
Dealing with the 2020s
Tired of these niggas, tryna get a picture of me
To get to know me, thing is really i'm a movie
I'm flipping over the leaf for sun on both sides
My idea of black business is minding mine
I just wish the mission was getting rich since '99
But i was way too young to see through lies
Now i'm scraping up the paper
Tryna say some stuff relatable
Paper cuts from mates' memoirs
They're souvenirs on my arm
I'm hard to charm, i just may think you mean harm
If you're not tryna squad on a lawn, while doing nothing at all
Not tryna waste my art, your mere presence makes my heart
Fear and deception breaks my heart
But not my brain so i got all the parts for reparation
Everything can make sense, if you just have patience
As they say, nothing changes but the changes