(Hook:)

Solo? Blood drip on the polo

Smoking Mary Jane as a way to fix my mojo

Baby I’m a master, and the streets is my dojo

Poetry spilling out my mouth

Poetry spilling like a fountain

Rolling off my tongue, as I’m climbing up the mountain

Dripping off my lips, making puddles on a paper page

Lately I been MIA tryna make these paper planes

(Verse:)

Soaring, I will not confine, or cosign, this a warning

They feeding you lies, yo mind, is important

Look better than gorgeous

My pretty baby, crazy lately, that’s my little Taurus

And she keep faith in me

George Michael shit

All yo shit sound the same, must recycle shit

I was reading all the updates

Praying on a Sunday

Why is all the love fake? Hate crimes on a subway

I’ll be great one day

I was at crib bumping born to die

Thinking bout my old self, couldn’t help but mourn and cry

I don’t ever sleep i be up until the morning time

Up until the morning light

When birds come back to life

Having dreams of sweet delights

I see your face and i hate to wake every time

You help me with my mojo, until then i’ll be solo

(Hook:)

Solo? Blood drip on the polo

Smoking Mary Jane as a way to fix my mojo

Baby I’m a master, and the streets is my dojo

Poetry spilling out my mouth

Poetry spilling like a fountain

Rolling off my tongue, as I’m climbing up the mountain

Dripping off my lips, making puddles on a paper page

Lately I been MIA tryna make these paper planes