Dusty (feat. C Money Burns)
Lt Headtrip
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Dusty had a big heart. Dusty had to go Dusty had to work five doubles in a row Dusty had a big sis. Used to bring him blow He had a lot of fun, and he didn’t like it slow He was runnin on a full ‘script, never skipped a dose Would travel to America when he was getting low And I trusted he was fine but I couldn’t really know See, Dusty had a history of losing all control Dusty had a lock box stuffed full o cash that he Made on his feet when he busted his ass Loved what he did, he made his customers laugh But he couldn’t ever satiate the monkey on his back He didn’t really smoke much. Only when he drank He never got stoned drunk, only most days He usually woke up to some whip its and some yay Then would make a few mistakes after workin’ all day Dusty had a sense of loyalty that I admired He hooked up his friend with a boy who he desired Because they made a good fit and he thought they deserved it Or maybe Dusty never really felt like he was worth it See he made a lot of dollars but he couldn’t find his path The water locked wanderer kinda felt trapped In bed with his shoes on, laid out on his back like Quiet! Shh. I need to take a nap It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle Money ain’t a thang if you gettin' it in bundles Cake up, close. Clock out, rage Spendin' what he made like, Money ain’t a thang It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle More money, more drugs, more trouble Cake up, close. Clock out, crash Quiet! Shh. I need to take a nap Okay Dusty was a bit much. He skipped lunch for the tips Yup, hustle and still crush the dinner rush Flipped the six top quick. Pickin’ shifts up when anybody wanted to get lit And he worked like a dog. Worked like a mule He lived for his job. His body was a tool He felt like cog but he liked getting used So long as he could keep buying fuel. It’s cool Then one night he knocked out, work clothes on Nothin’ new. Dead phone with his pulse goin’ strong See that big old heart of his didn’t wanna quit It felt trapped, a bit like Dusty did So it snapped some ribs back and ripped through the flesh Dropped a fat sack of yip in his chest Stitched him up, threw the kicks on fresh And headed into town so it could paint the city red The pub was poppin’. The club was louder Forgot his wallet so he snuck by the bouncer The subs were knockin’. The floor was crowded Nothin’ in his pockets ‘cept Dusty’s powder A generous organ, he made friends quick with Stupendous portions and relatable wit He pumped his aortas while they pumped their fists And he dumped his blood on the floor. Don’t slip Shit, it isn’t often that a heart gets a chance to Have a night on the town and show off some of his rad moves Gettin’ a little sloppy. Soggy little dance shoes Nothin’ he won’t try. Nothin’ he can’t do Dancin’ awkward, Laughin’ hearty Last call now. Where the after party Yup. Still gotta unclog some of these arteries Then get back to Dusty ‘fore his double tomorrow So he accepts an invite to a boat in the harbor Where they rage into the night and the bros act harder than they really are Can’t turn down a card game and F*ck it, bets the rest of his powder to get started Three rounds in and he’s bankin’, rakin’ in the cash Chips stacked. Royal straight in his hands Captain thinks his tell is a palpitation So he fakes it, nails it, but Cap gets mad He says, Who the hell let this ringer of a bloke into my poker room Let alone my boat. Throw him overboard He grabs his earning and escapes unharmed A little hemoglobin in the Great Salt Pond Luckily he floats and his back stroke's strong Makes it back home. Your man’s still zonked Pulls the little baggy out the cavity, yawns And hops back in Dusty's chest with his dance shoes on It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle Money ain’t a thang if you gettin' it in bundles Cake up, close. Clock out, rage Spendin' what he made like, Money ain’t a thang It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle More money, more drugs, more trouble Cake up, close. Clock out, crash It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle Money ain’t a thang if you gettin' it in bundles Cake up, close. Clock out, rage Spendin' what he made like, Money ain’t a thang It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle More money, more drugs, more trouble Cake up, close. Clock out, crash Quiet! Shh. I need to take a nap
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Written by: Chris Burns, Patrick Childers
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