Dust

Tell me what you see

Tell me are you still there?

Tell me what you see

Tell me are you still there?

Tell me what you see

Tell me are you still there?

Tell me what you see

I work my fingers to dust

I ain't been home in a month

You chasing money and fame

How much do you think is enough

Be careful you rockin' the boat

Sheep are afraid of the goat

I see 'em doin' the most

I'mma just stick to the code

Back outta pocket

I'm back in my mode

It's fuck everybody

And thats on my soul

Sick and I'm tired, I'm cold

Back in the kitchen, I turn up the stove

I spent the season alone

Feeding my people they eating they own

I feel this shit in my bones

Something ain't right and I'm seeing it wrong

Fuck

I need a second I'm thinking to much

Thinking too much

How deep is the meaning?

I mean it's just dust

Fuck

I need a week on the deep end to crutch

Pour out my demons and feed them this dust

I just be thinking too much

I just be thinking too much

I just be thinking too much

I just be thinking too much

I just be thinking too much

I got the world in my pocket

Dig in my pocket

Pulled out a party it's poppin'

Pour up my cup, I'm in the cut

Goin to war with the toxins

Optics, Everyone watching

They want a piece

And it eat at my conscience

Just part of the the process

Everything lead to a seat in the coffin

Fuck

I need a second I'm thinking to much

Thinking too much

How deep is the meaning?

I mean it's just dust

Fuck

I need a week on the deep end to crutch

Pour out my demons and feed them this dust

I just be thinking too much

I just be thinking too much

I just be thinking too much

I just be thinking too much

I just be thinking too much