Tekst Utworu

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)
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Joshua James Berg, Thad Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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