Dust

Dust - Drake

Lyrics by：Aubrey Graham

Composed by：Aubrey Graham

Mad

Sum eediat bwoy dere

You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool

Your boy's about to break some news

All the numbers are final

No t-shirts no vinyl

Y'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel for real

And that's the truth

Sixteen hours ahead in Melbourne

I don't even know what's goin' on back home straight

Ayy

Girls from Atlanta call me Santa

Girls from Australia what can I tell ya?

You know I love you so much

I just gotta handle something bigger than us

Triple S was really to show you my love

And make sure you're good till the next time we meet up

But now I gotta send it up

Yeah

They was like

Go blow the dust off your plaques

Go blow the dust off your plaques

What was the year that they say you had slaps?

'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that

I don't remember one word in your raps

I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks

Let's go

Yeah

I am I am I am

An FTX penthouse high-riser

Yeah

Samuel Bankman free all my guys up

Yeah

I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser

I'm with the mob at Graycliff

Twenty cigars and they fuckin' my eyes up

I am not better or wiser

Future the Prince is my trusted advisor

If it's up to me I get everyone hit

I get everyone lined up

If it's up to me I been clockin' you pussy

Man everyone time's up

If it's up to me

If it's up to me ayy

If it's up to me then you all on a list

Man everyone signed up

If it's up to me

It's already made I ain't makin' my mind up

If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand you'd never have climbed up

Go blow the dust off your plaques

What?

Go blow the dust off your plaques

What?

Go blow the dust off your plaques

What was the year that they say you had slaps?

'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that

I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps