| Song | Han Solo |
| Artist | J. Han |
| Album | Tower Ivory |
| [Verse 1: J. Han] | |
| Been about 4 years and I’m still here | |
| Took a lot of “L’s,” but defeat I can’t fear | |
| Mr. Han Solo coming grab a shiny pair of pom poms | |
| Give it to my mama, she’ll be cheering ‘til her arm’s gone | |
| Tell her that her only son is going international | |
| It feels magical to travel to the mother land | |
| I gotta bring my tom-tom, navigate the capital | |
| So radical though I’m just another man | |
| I’m hearing my alarm clock, time to wake up rapido | |
| Grabbing the salonpas, zeal I got is flammable | |
| Burning brighter every day I feel it in my mandible | |
| Fire breathing dragon giving life into your soul | |
| Long pause … | |
| Y’all think believers are making knock-offs | |
| Why you only settling for tapas? | |
| Let’s take it to the HNL and pop off | |
| God over everything and you can never stop us! | |
| [Hook] | |
| You know the deal we keep it trill | |
| I dont think theyre ready for the real | |
| Okay! my whole squads in the building | |
| And were making noise til we blow the whole ceiling off | |
| [Verse 2: J. Han] | |
| I’m going harder than I’ve ever been | |
| For this life worth dying for, the evidence | |
| In a man who died for every sin arrivederci | |
| To my vagabond ways I’m a resident! | |
| [woo-ha] How you like me now, boi? | |
| You can try to steal my joy, throw the towel, boi | |
| [woo-ha] Fighting tough for thirty rounds, boi | |
| Jealousy and envy love to stay on the prowl, boi | |
| Oh no, oh no don’t bring me in that corridor | |
| Or that four-door cause my coronary won’t ignore it | |
| Gloating for it issued court orders for the gore | |
| Plus the coroner isn’t going for it | |
| Bring a quart of water, running for The Glory | |
| Am I baffling the people with these allegories? | |
| Is it weird I’m not bashful or coy? | |
| Going 0 to 100, airbag will deploy | |
| [Verse 3: J. Han] | |
| I’m wylin’ on this beat, I’m a rebel with a cause | |
| Mr. Han Solo living like I’m on the winning squad | |
| I ain’t flexing with a Rolex, oh yes | |
| I’m about that frugal life! tryna bounce no checks | |
| Hmm, I’m tryna be a man so rise up | |
| To the occasion, to the high call wise up! | |
| But this Peter Pan is really tryna beckon me | |
| To eat a couple peppers off the juvenile tree (no way) | |
| I’d rather have Mcnuggets with a bowl of rice | |
| Notarize a horde of fries and kimchi on the side | |
| I ain’t crazy, yea I grew up on this menu | |
| At the cleaners every Saturday morning, man, I tell you | |
| That my mom and papa showed me how to work and how to hustle | |
| Working every muscle raising kids in this puzzle | |
| Called America, the land of plenty and Versace dreams | |
| Mine was more like Japaghetti, you know what I mean! |
| Verse 1: J. Han | |
| Been about 4 years and I' m still here | |
| Took a lot of " L' s," but defeat I can' t fear | |
| Mr. Han Solo coming grab a shiny pair of pom poms | |
| Give it to my mama, she' ll be cheering ' til her arm' s gone | |
| Tell her that her only son is going international | |
| It feels magical to travel to the mother land | |
| I gotta bring my tomtom, navigate the capital | |
| So radical though I' m just another man | |
| I' m hearing my alarm clock, time to wake up rapido | |
| Grabbing the salonpas, zeal I got is flammable | |
| Burning brighter every day I feel it in my mandible | |
| Fire breathing dragon giving life into your soul | |
| Long pause | |
| Y' all think believers are making knockoffs | |
| Why you only settling for tapas? | |
| Let' s take it to the HNL and pop off | |
| God over everything and you can never stop us! | |
| Hook | |
| You know the deal we keep it trill | |
| I dont think theyre ready for the real | |
| Okay! my whole squads in the building | |
| And were making noise til we blow the whole ceiling off | |
| Verse 2: J. Han | |
| I' m going harder than I' ve ever been | |
| For this life worth dying for, the evidence | |
| In a man who died for every sin arrivederci | |
| To my vagabond ways I' m a resident! | |
| wooha How you like me now, boi? | |
| You can try to steal my joy, throw the towel, boi | |
| wooha Fighting tough for thirty rounds, boi | |
| Jealousy and envy love to stay on the prowl, boi | |
| Oh no, oh no don' t bring me in that corridor | |
| Or that fourdoor cause my coronary won' t ignore it | |
| Gloating for it issued court orders for the gore | |
| Plus the coroner isn' t going for it | |
| Bring a quart of water, running for The Glory | |
| Am I baffling the people with these allegories? | |
| Is it weird I' m not bashful or coy? | |
| Going 0 to 100, airbag will deploy | |
| Verse 3: J. Han | |
| I' m wylin' on this beat, I' m a rebel with a cause | |
| Mr. Han Solo living like I' m on the winning squad | |
| I ain' t flexing with a Rolex, oh yes | |
| I' m about that frugal life! tryna bounce no checks | |
| Hmm, I' m tryna be a man so rise up | |
| To the occasion, to the high call wise up! | |
| But this Peter Pan is really tryna beckon me | |
| To eat a couple peppers off the juvenile tree no way | |
| I' d rather have Mcnuggets with a bowl of rice | |
| Notarize a horde of fries and kimchi on the side | |
| I ain' t crazy, yea I grew up on this menu | |
| At the cleaners every Saturday morning, man, I tell you | |
| That my mom and papa showed me how to work and how to hustle | |
| Working every muscle raising kids in this puzzle | |
| Called America, the land of plenty and Versace dreams | |
| Mine was more like Japaghetti, you know what I mean! |