Dust

I've been living out here on my own
Now I can't fuck with anyone
I've been sipping till the bottle's gone
Now I don't know what day I'm on

I've been getting money so what (So what?)
Paper won't cover these cuts (No)
I've been getting a little fucked up (Fucked up, uh)
Throwing up was in my guts
They don't like us
Lover boy fucking shit up
I don't give a fuck
I make a song now they blowing me up
But they can't keep up
Leave them all in the dust

I've been living out here on my own
Now I can't fuck with anyone
I've been sipping till the bottle's gone
Now I don't know what day I'm on

I've been living out here on my own
Now I can't fuck with anyone
I've been sipping till the bottle's gone
Now I don't know what day I'm on