Drake, Don Toliver Solar Eclipse

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 the notebook You still can't name me one 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 (Tell the truth, babe) Sippin' Yak all by myself (Tell the truth, babe) She's from Texas, I can tell (Tell the truth, 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 (Tell the truth, babe) Sippin' Yak all by myself (Tell the truth, babe) She's from Texas, I can tell (Tell the truth, babe, yeah)