Solar Eclipse - Drake/Don Toliver
Lyrics by：A. Graham/E. Langley/J.E. Taylor/L. Dick/M Lambert/C. Toliver/N. Cadastre/C. Butler/S. Carter/B. Freeman/J. Jenkins/J. McVey/L. Williams Jr
Composed by：A. Graham/E. Langley/J.E. Taylor/L. Dick/M Lambert/C. Toliver/N. Cadastre/C. Butler/S. Carter/B. Freeman/J. Jenkins/J. McVey/L. Williams Jr
Produced by：Noel Cadastre
Yeah ayy she's from Texas I can tell by the way she grip on my wood grain
She's down to take a hundred shots with me and talk about my pain
It doesn't take a crystal ball to see
A cowgirl ends up riding off on me
Drinkin' Yak all by myself
She's from Texas I can tell baby
Big wooden wheel where should I go?
Johnny Manziel with hits that I throw
College Station nights you used to know
Now you're getting fried down in River Oaks I already know
Sugar Land Pearland Woodlands you just need a good man oh
Yeah
Batman Spider-Man Superman they can't save you like I want to
No
Salesman businessman postman they can't write it like thе notebook
You still can't name me onе man that I should get overlooked for what?
Yeah
It's a solar eclipse tomorrow and your period hit in the morning
I hand you a joint when I rolled it this the summer you say you quit smokin'
And you ask me 'bout cashin' a check and you ask me what's in my account
And I don't even know what that is 'cause I don't even check
'Cause I don't even check
Big wooden wheel where should I go?
Fort Bend Texas Katy Texas bae I can't make this up
That it's you babe
Sippin' Yak all by myself
That it's you babe
She's from Texas I can tell
That it's you babe yeah
Lead me to OCTANE yeah
It's all on the house it's all on your blouse
It's all over your mouth right now Donny ain't here for now
Pre-rolls in my house it's guns in my couch
Don't touch unless you wanna find out
Fort Bend Texas Katy Texas bae I can't make this up
That it's you babe
Sippin' Yak all by myself
That it's you babe
She's from Texas I can tell
That it's you babe yeah
