Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angel Dust, artist - Mac Miller. Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Angel Dust |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Umm… uh… |
| Ladies and gentleman |
| 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’mma 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 so 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 them 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 come down |
| I’m strung out and not in ops inside the dugout |
| Don’t be scared just come with me |
| It feels so good to be this free |
| What are you afraid of? |
| Tell me what you’re made of! |
| What are you afraid of? |
| It’s just a little angel dust! |
| Just a little Angel dust! |
| It’s just a little angel dust! |
| 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 will drop out of school to take a trip to day glow |
| Found a twenty laying by the sewer rats |
| You know little Stewart hasn’t been in any movies lately |
| He’s spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex |
| His agent working hard to book him a commercial |
| What I do should not concern you |
| Do this till I turn blue |
| Not Eric Sermon, I’m more Merlin |
| Curses, turn 'em into bird food |
| Hurried to make the first move |
| I’m walking like Herschel |
| Now we at the end of verse two |
| Uh! |
| 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! |