[Music] Drake – Solar Eclipse ft Don Toliver [+ Lyrics]

Drake closes in on the latter part of his 2026 project with Solar Eclipse, the twelfth track on HABIBTI (FOMO). Positioned among fifteen total tracks, this song features a notable collaboration with Don Toliver, adding a distinctive layer to the American artist’s evolving soundscape.

The project-first approach taken by Drake is evident in how Solar Eclipse fits seamlessly into the album’s broader narrative. As the album moves toward its conclusion, the twelfth track plays a crucial role in maintaining the momentum built earlier while paving the way for the final tracks.

Released in 2026, the track benefits from its placement within HABIBTI (FOMO), an album that reflects a focused creative process. The collaboration with Don Toliver highlights a deliberate choice in crafting a sound that complements the project’s overall vision without overshadowing it.

Drake Solar Eclipse Lyrics:
Yeah, ay

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 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)