Dirt

Look up at the stars in the sky
How long have I been dreaming?
Wipe the sleep from eye
Same way, I wipe the sweat from from my brow
How long have I been stalling?
Why? When? And How?
See, I was knee deep in that mess
It was fucking up my brain
Couldn't live with that stress
Paranoia wouldn't leave me alone
If it's an unknown number
I don't pick up the phone
Sirens dancing while I move to the beat
Of that drum I was dumb
I was moving that heat
In the trap I was bagging that food
With no mask
Man that brown it was changing my mood

I'm not playing in that dirt anymore
I'm not playing in that dirt anymore
Wash my hands
I'm not playing in that dirt anymore
I'm not playing in that dirt anymore
Wash my hands, wash my hands

Chipping at that rock
Move that shit on the block
Shoebox full of money and I couldn't stop
Never in use I forgot my real name
Living someone else's life
I was never the same
I was so focused on dough
That I erased all my morals and I didn't know
All I could see was the cash
Every day like clockwork
I would bike to the stash
I was getting real comfy moving baiter by the day
Get it out the mud in that dirt I would play
Made it out by the skin of my teeth
Wash my hands to the drama
What a relief

I'm not playing in that dirt anymore
I'm not playing in that dirt anymore
Wash my hands
I'm not playing in that dirt anymore
I'm not playing in that dirt anymore
Wash my hands, wash my hands

I'm not playing in that dirt anymore