Dust

Still cutthroat
Weak feelings don't trust those
Keep peeling back brushstrokes
Start seeing It's control
Stop leaching my blood froze
Stay seated this front row
New cement from mud roads
Where the love go?
Sorry baby Couldn't uphold
Gotta reset for the next show
Give your feet rest before you Jump rope
Gotta walk slow before you breaststroke
Catching the next flight
You better rush home

I might obsessed thinking bout us
I might obsessed tryna be the one
I don't wanna reach for your touch
I don't wanna dig deep to see dust
Don't know what this is always wanted to be tough
Hold on to the script baby never give it up
I might be obsessed thinking bout us
I might be obsessed tryna be the one
I don't wanna reach for your touch
I don't wanna dig deep to see dust
Rollin on the strip
Late enough
City lights show your lips
In the dusk
I see your outline
Through the club
Now your out lying
On a rug
Outside in the field
How fly does it feel?
To be the one
How fly does it feel, to be the one



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Depaola
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