Drake — Solar Eclipse Ft Don Toliver (Video)
Drake teams up with Don Toliver on “Solar Eclipse,” a captivating collaboration blending atmospheric production, melodic rap, and smooth R&B influences, delivering an exciting listening experience for fans worldwide.
“Solar Eclipse” combines Drake’s expressive delivery with Don Toliver’s distinctive vocals, creating a moody soundscape filled with romantic tension, infectious melodies, and contemporary Hip-Hop energy.
With its atmospheric beats, memorable vocals, and refreshing sound, “Solar Eclipse” offers Hip-Hop lovers an exciting addition to their playlists.
Listen, stream, and download “Solar Eclipse” by Drake and Don Toliver below, and share your thoughts!
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“Solar Eclipse” Lyrics
(feat. Don Toliver)
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, babyBig 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
[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)
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)
