SYBYR, Ghostie — Dust the Dirt

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Eugh, ‘Ringe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Go on, dust the dirt out my asshole (Out my ‘hole)
Everybody full of shit, letting you know (Let ’em know)
Run around my head, like, where to go? (Where to go?)
Drive myself insane, all the way into the floor, (whoa)
Bitch, I’m different, sike, tryna strike my social life (Whoa)
I don’t fucking like (Whoa) anything y’all fucking like (Not at all)
I’m an Anti-Christ, can’t afford the afterlife (Whoa)
Only pass me Reggie, I ain’t with that loud

Tryna’ be cool like a fan, huh?
Why I’m fooling, I’m losing my patience
And making my obstinance and you cannot give me none
I come from a grimy place, where you from?
Niggas think this a race, they ain’t going nowhere
‘Cause they running through the quicksand
The more that you struggle, the faster you sink, so
Struggle more if you can
Ain’t worried ’bout shit, especially not this
Startin’ fires when you worried ’bout a damn outfit
Nigga, I started a business of giving you all the business
Hungover and the headaches callin’
But I’m still workin’, nigga, ain’t stoppin’
Fuck it up, believe it and trust that we comin’ up
Steppin’ on your luck