DUSTY POUND ft. Bill Waves

Sometimes I feel like I'd give it all to not go back and cheat on that first girl, and not waste my time fucking around downtown with drugs on my first whirl

That Point Park college kid came back for a stamp bag each time looking worse, and I sure I thought to myself

Fuck, it's such a hurt world

We used to make fun of the addicts outside the halfway house to fiend for pills ourselves

In our self created Hells, roll a big L of weed and put on Big L

I pray you never see what I've seen, or never know about what I felt, and that you succeed

I don't care what you do I guarantee you will if you just be yourself

My mom used to put money on the books to have pills delivered to my cell

I told her I needed something to ease the pain, and make it feel a little less like Hell

Took a Greyhound, pulled a dusty pound out of her ceiling when I got out, got my last few thousand out of the game til I admitted that I need help