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Mac Miller

Angel Dust

 

Angel Dust

(album: Faces - 2014)


Yeah
Yeah, um
Uh
Ladies and gentlemen
Yeah
Whew, that drip
Yeah, okay

Writing 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 ruffling my feathers and they shuffling 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 chasing the same high
I'm too fucked up to function, do nothing but waste time
Woke up annihilated, lying 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 having 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, nodding 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 playing 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 missing halo?
She would drop outta school to take a trip to DayGlow
Found a twenty laying 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 working 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 walking 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

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