Tristen Lee - Wet Dust Can't Fly Lyrics

F*ck the guns, they coming for our twitter accounts
Said f*ck an education, rather be a dumb nigga with some Insta clout
What's a dollar amount to when you got these dollar amounts
No wait that's follower count
No wait that's

Losing direction
Forgot I got nothing tangible
The thoughts are coming
I really can't be sensible
The thoughts are coming back
Don't have the heart for it but it sure does look nice
Can I get the steps to success in nice little stacks?
Not losing direction
More like, pulled in so many have to change my inflection by the second
Just to satisfy the motions taking air from my lungs
My willingness to sit still (In the absence of breath), says there's nothing I love

Can't sit here and stay complacent
Holding a toothpick to my sinus
Firmly
It's too wordy, I could not reach the end
It's finished

Can't see for sky
Wonder why?
It's a lot on my mind
Wet dust can't fly

Loss of direction setting in, setting in
I might need sedative
Sleep on myself
I'm a badman, a hypocrite
Can't afford place I can settle in
Put sumn I wanna chase in my lens and just set it in
Focus on myself, listen to nobody else
But I do not know what the hell I am doing
Brain is locked up, I am stuck in a zoo and
I know my mama just want me grow up and shit
Before I f*ck up finances all on some music shit
Die alone and unknown in a hometown ditch
Outside a school or factory
Two nightmares but otherwise I bare a bad dream

F*ck that
I don't get shit, but I'll preach it 'til it's simple to me
F*ck the guns, they coming for my future
Might be faster than me
A hand in every pocket but still cannot find the key

Can't sit here and stay complacent
Holding a toothpick to my sinus
Firmly
It's too wordy, I could not reach the end
It's finished

Can't sit here and stay complacent
Holding a toothpick to my sinus
Firmly
It's too wordy, I could not reach the end
It's fin
I'm finished