The Dirt

[Chorus: Quisol]
And now I'm swimming in the bay in pools of money and hypocrisy
Where the bridge is coming down it's right on top of me
And when the bubble pops I'll be waiting watch and see
You'll be watching me
Y mírame, que las cosas están muy duras y difíciles
And the more I'm gone the more I'm just a memory
But when I'm missing home I'm thinking about my family
And all you mean to me
And now I'm swimming in the bay in pools of money and hypocrisy
Where the bridge is coming down it's right on top of me
And when the bubble pops I'll be waiting watch and see
You'll be watching me
Y mírame, que las cosas еstán muy duras y difíciles
And the more I'm gonе the more I'm just a memory
But when I'm missing home I'm thinking about my family
And all you mean to me
And all you mean to me
And all you mean to me
And all you mean to me (Me, me)

[Verse 1: Billy Dean Thomas]
So many questions I'm tryna get to the real
Friends is fading into evil an enemy with the shield
Titanium fingertips people hard as fuck on they social
Capital looking heavy but then it's fuck who you close to
Give many fucks about the men who don't care if you die
Any of a homie who thought was a ride or die
Rappers be writing lies they rhymes like biting flies
They standing next to a guy who's the shit ya I'm that guy please

[Chorus: Quisol]
And now I'm swimming in the bay in pools of money and hypocrisy
Where the bridge is coming down it's right on top of me
And when the bubble pops I'll be waiting watch and see
You'll be watching me
Y mírame, que las cosas están muy duras y difíciles
And the more I'm gone the more I'm just a memory
But when I'm missing home I'm thinking about my family
And all you mean to me

[Verse 2: Quisol]
I was well-behaved, pleasure to have in class
Good grades I went to college, yes Gates, I fuckin' passed
But I learned more than they taught me
That all the rules are fucking stacked
And the memory of my people suddenly it’s coming back
And then I snuck into the stacks
Then we swiped in with a badge
Found a book of secret stories and some secret stores of cash
But now I’m running out of breath so I better say this fast
Get this paper, get this paper spend it fast before they ask
No receipts but I’m counting, sliding money with no label
And I’m running and I’m running chasing dreams and spinning fables
And I’m sorry if you love me 'cause my feet can’t touch the ground
Between and trees and meditation I’m too high on the profound
Please

[Chorus: Quisol]
And now I'm swimming in the bay in pools of money and hypocrisy
Where the bridge is coming down it's right on top of me
And when the bubble pops I'll be waiting watch and see
You'll be watching me
Y mírame, que las cosas están muy duras y difíciles
(So many questions I'm tryna get to the real)
And the more I'm gone the more I'm just a memory
(Capital looking heavy but then it's fuck who you close to)
But when I'm missing home I'm thinking about my family
And all you mean to me
(Give many fucks about the men who don't care if you die)
And now I'm swimming in the bay in pools of money and hypocrisy
Where the bridge is coming down it's right on top of me
And when the bubble pops I'll be waiting watch and see
You'll be watching me
Y mírame, que las cosas están muy duras y difíciles
And the more I'm gone the more I'm just a memory
But when I'm missing home I'm thinking about my family
And all you mean to me

[Outro: Quisol]
The dirt
Close to the earth, the dirt
Dirt in my wounds the dirt
Dirt in the cut the dirt
The dirt