This feel like it′s 1AM, I'm cruising on 93
You just ditched the club and said you itching for company
I just roached the blunt, we took some shots, let the passion freeYou got you enough, now we talkative, dodging sleep
This ain′t pillow talking, girl, you picking up parts of me
I'm picking up parts you, I'm learning how I should move
Man, I must be sleep walking, your energy feels like a dream
Pussy like a magic show, girl you′re the coolest calico
This shit feel like 3AM, we posted up on the beach
A bonfire roaring
Got some good tree, the tunes right, of course
And about 3gs of psilocybin dosage
My vision vibrant
I see melodies in the breeze and the tides, yeah
I feel everything in our comfortable silence
Time′s a simple construct when we're intertwined
Fuck with you metaphysically, it′s something beyond your mind
This feel like 5AM, parked in a semi-vacant lot
We just spent the last few hours ranting about a lot
Faded wit my niggas, plotting how we gon make it out
Talking stocks, music drops, and all of our own mental bouts
Struggle everyday
But guess it's in our nature, to learn along the way
You could work and balance patience, be stagnant, run amok
Either way we anticipate the sun, it′s coming up
Yeah, but for now, it's the dusk, dusk
But for now, it′s the dusk, uh
We should live with the dusk
Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
But for now, it's the dusk, yeah, yeah
But for now it's the, yeah, dusk
But for now, ooh dusk
