Lyrics Butter Dust - Lee Scott

Butter Dust

Hustle for crumbs with dust in me lungs
Sitting on the breadline, buttering buns
Funds are low but it’s something though
Sitting 'round waiting for the sun to show
But when it does I go to sleep again
I dream through the heat but I hope we meet again
In a solemn mood, craving solitude
Avoid me like eye-contact on the tube
Headphones on, volume up
I high-dive into me Costa cup
Tap the sensor, card declined
Where you at?
I’m right here, but I’m hard to find
Pave another acre, face the problem later
Step out on the street, to offer god a straightener
Here’s some more concrete, to accommodate ya
Leaf-print Patta trackie, I’m at one with nature