solace Earl Sweatshirt
"Solace" by Earl Sweatshirt, released in 2022, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of introspection, mental health, and the search for comfort amidst chaos. The lyrics convey vulnerability and self-reflection, using intricate wordplay. Its unique lo-fi production and jazzy elements enhance the emotional depth, resonating with listeners seeking authenticity.
[Part I]
[Intro]
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
[Verse]
Late for everything, my face to the cement
That's how I always seen it
I spent days faded and anemic
You could see it in my face, I ain't been eatin'
I'm just wastin' away
Look like the way that River Phoenix went gon' end up my fate
And when they drag me out the gutter, mail the ashes to my mother
Twist a spliff if I don't finish my plate
Slip a fist up for my niggas in chains, my mental was caged
See, I ain't been to prison but the feeling's the same
Shared sentiment, when and if the pen hit the page
As of late, I've been watchin' every bitch in my space
Shit just lookin' different with age
Try to make some sense of all this shit in my brain
One foot stuck in a tar pit of my ways
[Intro]
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
I've been here before
[Verse]
Late for everything, my face to the cement
That's how I always seen it
I spent days faded and anemic
You could see it in my face, I ain't been eatin'
I'm just wastin' away
Look like the way that River Phoenix went gon' end up my fate
And when they drag me out the gutter, mail the ashes to my mother
Twist a spliff if I don't finish my plate
Slip a fist up for my niggas in chains, my mental was caged
See, I ain't been to prison but the feeling's the same
Shared sentiment, when and if the pen hit the page
As of late, I've been watchin' every bitch in my space
Shit just lookin' different with age
Try to make some sense of all this shit in my brain
One foot stuck in a tar pit of my ways
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