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