Angel Dust
Yeah, yeah, um
Uh
Ladies and gentlemen
Yeah, whew, that drip
Yeah, okay
Writin' on writer's block, haven't slept in days
They wanna put me in the psycho watch, everyone's afraid
Of what I do inside my studio, worried I'ma lose control
They rufflin' my feathers and they shufflin' the Yu-Gi-Oh!
Execution flow, at your neck like new cologne
Uno, dos, bitch, I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger though
(My brain fried, always chasin' the same high)
(I am too fucked up to function, do nothin' but waste time)
Woke up annihilated, lyin' on the pavement
Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
And I know that it's Friday, 'cause every Friday they have a parade
In front of city hall, hear 'em celebrate, they havin' a ball
My pupils dilated, highly dehydrated
I'm lost inside a giant matrix, isolate myself from eyes I find contagious
Jump above the comedown
I'm strung out, noddin' off inside the dugout
Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
Feels so good to feel this free
What are you afraid of? Tell me what you made of
What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da, la-da-da (just a little angel dust)
La-da-da-da (yeah), la-da-da-da (yeah)
La-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)
Yeah, I'm playin' hot potato on a Winnebago
The chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in queso
And what's an angel with a missin' halo?
She would drop outta school to take a trip to DayGlow
Found a 20 layin' by the sewer rats
You know, little Stuart hasn't been in any movies lately
He's spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex
His agent workin' hard to try and book him a commercial
What I do should not concern you, do this 'til I turn blue
Not Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin, curses turn 'em into bird food
Hurry to make the first move, I'm walkin' like Herschel
And now we at the end of verse two, oh
Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
Feels so good to feel this free
What are you afraid of? (Woo!) Tell me what you made of (yeah)
What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust!
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (yeah)
La-da-da-da, la-da-da (said it's just a little angel dust)
La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da
La-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)
Don't fuck with the angel dust
Don't fuck with the angel dust
Please don't fuck with the angel dust
Oh, please don't fuck with the angel dust
(Aw! Shit)
Uh
Ladies and gentlemen
Yeah, whew, that drip
Yeah, okay
Writin' on writer's block, haven't slept in days
They wanna put me in the psycho watch, everyone's afraid
Of what I do inside my studio, worried I'ma lose control
They rufflin' my feathers and they shufflin' the Yu-Gi-Oh!
Execution flow, at your neck like new cologne
Uno, dos, bitch, I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger though
(My brain fried, always chasin' the same high)
(I am too fucked up to function, do nothin' but waste time)
Woke up annihilated, lyin' on the pavement
Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
And I know that it's Friday, 'cause every Friday they have a parade
In front of city hall, hear 'em celebrate, they havin' a ball
My pupils dilated, highly dehydrated
I'm lost inside a giant matrix, isolate myself from eyes I find contagious
Jump above the comedown
I'm strung out, noddin' off inside the dugout
Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
Feels so good to feel this free
What are you afraid of? Tell me what you made of
What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da, la-da-da (just a little angel dust)
La-da-da-da (yeah), la-da-da-da (yeah)
La-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)
Yeah, I'm playin' hot potato on a Winnebago
The chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in queso
And what's an angel with a missin' halo?
She would drop outta school to take a trip to DayGlow
Found a 20 layin' by the sewer rats
You know, little Stuart hasn't been in any movies lately
He's spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex
His agent workin' hard to try and book him a commercial
What I do should not concern you, do this 'til I turn blue
Not Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin, curses turn 'em into bird food
Hurry to make the first move, I'm walkin' like Herschel
And now we at the end of verse two, oh
Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
Feels so good to feel this free
What are you afraid of? (Woo!) Tell me what you made of (yeah)
What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust!
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (yeah)
La-da-da-da, la-da-da (said it's just a little angel dust)
La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da
La-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)
Don't fuck with the angel dust
Don't fuck with the angel dust
Please don't fuck with the angel dust
Oh, please don't fuck with the angel dust
(Aw! Shit)
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Joshua James Berg, Thad Jones
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