Sarob. - Dust. lyrics

Step off the plane like namaste n***a Y'all don't really see ya boy black fathers day n***a I don't really see the ploy, f** y'all been sayin n***a Now they tryna come and call me a novice? lol Emcee extraordinaire, sure i guess you're sorta rare Ivy league mind, sh** i just couldn't afford it there Stymied dreams, fine sh** I'll be there soon sh** I'll be there soon Pop ya pupils pop ya two pills hop the trolley back to blue ridge scoff the new bloods rock the rulers—rick and lurid shtick looming Highfalutin, hock eluding Wasting days that I spent by myself You couldn't help, only matter with the matter was me Turned the resurrection and it knocked the l's off the shelf Shared the essence...blessed is my tepid debris