To the Dust We Shall Return

There's so many planes in the sky

What if one of 'em falls down and crashes on my face?

Spent the whole night roaming 'round the Tri-State pondering my fate

Wondering, what's the point? What has been lost?

In a price full life love at what cost?

I don't wanna wake up or regret for one day

Knowing there was a chance, but the love lost

Said, fuck this and fuck that, what?

Pour the 40s up and pack the blunt

Accept the truth and find the one you trust

I don't wanna die when I'm young

Fuck this and fuck that, what?

Pour the 40s up and pack the blunt

Accept the truth to find the one you trust

I don't wanna die when I'm young

Said, deep fears in the chest of the afterlife

Regrets from the best, tell 'em pass the mic

Spill qualms 'til dawn and I see the light

Stay asleep for the day, going out tonight

I don't wanna regret nothing

One that got away while I was humming

Tunes in the air, girl, you lovely

Sorry if I'm fast or I'm rushing

You done fucked up so many times

Seen shit with both of these eyes

In this mind, these questions arise of existence

Drowning with a fifth and some gin

On my last leg, you a west egg, I'm across the way

Green light shine bright on the evening lake

Brown eyes golden, take breath away

You could have my breath, I would die that way

In short time, it all turns to dust

So we gotta move fast, girl, I'm sorry if I rush

But, we once was dust, and to the dust we shall return

To the dust we shall return, to the dust we shall return

Said, fuck this and fuck that, what?

Pour the 40s up and pack the blunt

Accept the truth to find the one you trust

I don't wanna die when I'm young

Fuck this and fuck that, what?

Pour the 40s up and pack the blunt

Accept the truth to find the one you trust

I don't wanna die when I'm young

Qualms per fourth dimension

Father, bestow me forgiveness (please)

Green with envy, this pigment jaundice piss pigment

Oversized clothes strung out, fuck it, Jesse Pinkman

I been a fuck-up since remembering

Ability to make decisions

Faith in living, cradle, coddle

Blanket statement, stitches, held each other solid

Consolidate wrongdoings to break ceiling cadences

Guide these rhymes past highest high points

Higher than a LSD-dipped joint

Twist of the beat 'til it pearl like a hip joint

Destroy elation with a Magnum mag and kill joy

I fear joy

Fearing what we think we don't deserve

I am food for the birds

Fly with me in they mouth as they fly south

For the winter like fading out

Resonating sound bites, yikes

Say you love me just once, twice

Lock your fingers in mine, throw away the key

She fulfills me, I yearn for your love