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Solana
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Solana was released on December 4, 2025 by Breesh as a part of the album Alone / Solana - Single
December 4, 2025
LabelBreesh
LanguageEnglish
BPM68
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I'm blowin' the smoke, I can barely see
My family think I move carelessly
I'm steppin' out with my pairs of feet
I know you ain't really care for me
I'm walkin' around misdirected I need me some paper
I don't really care for fees
I just need you to be there for me
I just be fried, so much in my mind
You can look in my eyes and see the defeat
Riding thru time
Between all the lines
You readin' my fine print, know what I seek
I'm blowing the mango, my homies tango
Bread on my mind so I don't even speak
I'm sippin' the Faygo, I tend to lay low, MAD going crazy on these beats
And Keemoh done blessed me the way with no lease
Don't ask bout no album, it's gon' release
That bitch gave me slop and it felt like a treat
I'm pouring the four loco all into me
I'm goin' for dome I want on repeat
They don't even know that shit really sweet
I'm missin' my home, but I'm tryna go eat
Go off of the dome and I'm never gon' flop
Until the bitch think that I'm really gon' leave
Yeah, I stuck to the code when the feds did a sweep
I'm already know what I'm destined to be
Your speculation ain't no lesson to me (no, no)
I don't want no single comparison
Puff out my chest and I know you aware of this
I do not know who you think that you scarin
I miss my Solana
Got me feelin' so much hotter than saunas
Yeah, all I can think about is commas
Yeah, in the back of my mind some vagina
Sit back with MDOT we smokin' the ganja
Feel I've been livin' my life in pajamas
Life just keep goin', there ain't no rewinding
Yeah, I wish it was a way to pause it
I'm blowin' the smoke, I can barely see
My family think I move carelessly
I'm steppin' out of my pairs of feet
I know you ain't really care for me
I'm walkin' around misdirected I need me some paper
I don't really care for fees
I just need you to be there for me
I just be fried so much of my mind You can look in my eyes and see the defeat
Ridin' through time between all the lines You readin' my fine print know what I seek
I'm blowin' the mango, my homies tango
Bread on my mind now I don't even speak
I'm sippin' a Faygo I tend to lay low M.A.D. goin' crazy on these beats
Written by: Carlos Francisco
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