Solar Eclipse Lyrics – Drake, Don Toliver

Read the full Solar Eclipse lyrics by Drake and Don Toliver from the album FOMO along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus: Drake]
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
Drinking Yak all by myself
She’s from Texas, I can tell, baby

[Verse 1: Drake]
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 smoking
And you ask me ’bout cashing 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

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
(Big wooden wheel, where should I go?)
Fort Bend, Texas, Katy, Texas, bae, I can’t make this up (That it’s you, babe)
Sipping Yak all by myself (That it’s you, babe)
She’s from Texas, I can tell (That it’s you, babe, yeah)

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
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

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Fort Bend, Texas, Katy, Texas, bae, I can’t make this up (That it’s you, babe)
Sipping Yak all by myself (That it’s you, babe)
She’s from Texas, I can tell (That it’s you, babe, yeah)