Dust 2 Dust

Drizzle drips the honey
Drops the money
Drops the gun
Holds a pumpkin up, above his lump
And swears it is the sun
It's real fun, it's real funny
It's real funky, it's real fucked
If we all believe, that's the galaxy
I'm just the dust of a crumb
I'm just a dust of a crumb
I feel nothing, I am numb
I'm just a dust of a crumb
Sweep me underneath the rug
I'm just the dust
I'm just the dust
I'm just the dust
I'm just the dust
Honey drips the drizzle
Sips the sizzle, slips outside
Puffs a cigarette, she's an idiot
But she's the kind of girl I like
She turns her fingers into a pistol, points her pistol at her mind
Rolls her eyes like they are missiles
And now that pistol's a peace sign
And I'm just the dust
I'm just the dust
I'm just the dust of a crumb
I feel nothing, I am numb
I'm just the dust of a crumb
Sweep me underneath the rug
I'm just the dust of a crumb, I feel nothing
I'm just the dust
I'm just the dust
I'm just the dust
I'm just the dust
I'm just the dust



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Andrew Lazovick
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