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Solo
Electronic
Solo was released on December 17, 2025 by FANFARE PRODUCTIONS as a part of the album Palm Nights
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Release DateDecember 17, 2025
LabelFANFARE PRODUCTIONS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM150

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WYBE
WYBE
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
WYBE
WYBE
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WYBE
WYBE
Producer

Lyrics

I’d rather roll solo —
No labels on me, you can barely tell it’s polo.
Life keep spinnin’ —
Why it always move like a yo-yo?
Doubt me? That’s a hell no…
Hell no.
(Oh-no… hell no…)
(Oh-no… hell no…)
(Solo… solo…)
(Oh-no… hell no…)
(Go… go… go…)
Move like a shadow,
I don’t need a logo.
Everything custom,
I’m the one they take photos of.
Slide through the city,
No pause, no slow-mo.
Talk with your chest —
I don’t move off FOMO.
Straight outta pocket, I open up her blouse.
I got a lockpick, I open her house.
She like the rocket, she like how it pops.
Boys with the chopsticks, they know the costs.
They cannot stop it, they cannot pause.
I’m levels ahead — flying in the cockpit, flying across.
In the Atlantic, check the exhaust.
Always on target, don’t get it crossed.
They just mad ’cause we got the sauce.
Back to the topic, we smashing their broads.
Check the basket — it’s filled with drawers…
And hella bras.
Don’t be mad — it’s probably yours or your friends.
Not gonna lie… she’s a ten.
I’d rather roll solo —
No labels on me, you can barely tell it’s polo.
Life keep spinnin’ —
Why it always move like a yo-yo?
Doubt me? That’s a hell no…
Hell no.
(Oh-no… hell no…)
(Oh-no… hell no…)
(Solo… solo…)
(Oh-no… hell no…)
(Go… go… go…)
Don’t know why I’m like this —
Every chance I get,
I try to rewrite this.
Try to go back,
Fix up the damage —
But the past don’t vanish,
And I can’t outrun habits.
Feel like I can do anything
Except this.
Headed out alone,
Lost place to call home —
This ain’t how anybody
Should exist.
Arena lights hit me —
I’m handin’ out lessons.
You call ’em subpoenas,
I call ’em corrections.
They swear I’m on somethin’ —
I’m natural progression.
Call up my lawyers
’cause fame get desperate.
Came from the city
That don’t do blessings.
Weight on my name now,
Pull too heavy.
Act like they know us,
Then switch when it’s trendy.
Tryna anoint us —
Bro, don’t tempt me.
We stay in our lane,
Don’t ask, don’t beg.
Built all this
Off one small pledge:
Stay to ourselves,
We don’t need help —
We do it well,
We never fail.
I’d rather roll solo —
No labels on me, you can barely tell it’s polo.
Life keep spinnin’ —
Why it always move like a yo-yo?
Doubt me? That’s a hell no…
Hell no.
I don’t know why I’m like this…
Try to go back —
But I can’t accept this.
(Oh-no… hell no…)
(Solo… solo…)
Written by: WYBE
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