dusk

This feel like it's 1 a.m., I'm cruising on '93
You just ditched the club and said you itching for company
I just roached the blunt, we took some shots, let the passion free
You got you enough, now we talkative, dodging sleep
This ain't pillow talking, girl, you picking up parts of me
I'm picking up parts you, I'm learning how I should move
Man, I must be sleep-walking, your energy feels like a dream
Pussy like a magic show, girl, you're the coolest calico

This shit feel like 3 a.m., we posted up on the beach
A bonfire roaring, got some good tree
The tunes right, of course and about 3g's of psilocybin dosage
My vision vibrant, I see melodies in the breeze and the tides, yeah (tides, yeah)
I feel everything in our comfortable silence
Time's a simple construct when we're intertwined
Fuck with you metaphysically, it's something beyond your mind

This feel like 5 a.m., parked in a semi-vacant lot
We just spent the last few hours ranting about a lot
Faded with my niggas, plotting how we gon' make it out
Talking stocks, music drops, and all of our own mental bouts
Struggle every day, but guess it's in our nature to learn along the way
You could work and balance patience, be stagnant, run amok
Either way we anticipate the sun, it's coming up

Yeah, but for now, it's the dusk, dusk
But for now, it's the dusk, uh
We should live with the dusk
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
But for now, it's the dusk, yeah, yeah
But for now it's the-, yeah, dusk
But for now, ooh, dusk