Sandstorm

Carl: Like I’m caught in a sandstorm Right at the edge of this cliff Clear my throat then I clear my mind Let you hit this smoke, open up your gifts Niggas be so down to earth til it shifts then Continental drift I dreamt I woke up with a brand new face In a ocean bed with a spliff I don’t even smoke spliffs I don’t think you know shit But to each his own shit The world is music, I EQs it I orchestrate it you views it Time feels like a forcefield We fuse when I take this ship and i cruise I cru-