Lyrics ANGEL DUST - Tahj Keeton

ANGEL DUST

I rode the MARTA to the Buckhead
Way in the back
I had my license but my nigga lost his life in the crash
I rode the MARTA to the West End
Hand on my bag, don’t trust nobody
And I-I don’t really know you like that
I rode the MARTA to the best friends
Wait at the track
I’m probably late but it’s okay because niggas know where we at
I rode the MARTA to the Buckhead
Luggage and bags, I throw my into the garbage cuz, I’m not coming back
Hoping it rain enough
Back streets covered in angel dust (Woah)
You’re not afraid of us
No fear to get dangrous (Woah)
Hoping it rain enough
Back streets covered in angl dust (Oh)
You’re not afraid of us
No fear to get dangerous
Ask MARTA
Fuck niggas, we blackballed them
Dumb niggas, they act harder
Real life, they
Smoke come and they Barry Allen
12, they six
Wait 'til I’m Mr. Big TIme
Yes friends in more time
Off-grid and offline
Yeah that’s awful props
Need the biggest rocks
Hope you make it pop
Ruby grill to match
Couple stacks
Look like Dippin' Dots
Cherry red the whip
With no top
Name it Michael Scott
Butterfly the doors
Keep em up
How an angel walk
Hoping it rain enough
Back streets covered in angel dust (Woah)
You’re not afraid of us
No fear you get dangerous (Woah)
I had a dream that I was fallin' and the person helping let go of my hand
Shit, I was worried in the morning but there’s two ways you can take and I
think I understand
Hoping it rain enough
Back streets covered in angel dust (Woah)
You’re not afraid of us
No fear to get dangerous (Woah)
Hoping it rain enough
Back streets covered in angel dust
You’re not afraid of us
No fear to get dangerous
Let that nigga go
Let that nigga talk
Let that nigga
Let that nigga loose
Let that nigga free
Let that nigga grow
Let that nigga know
Let that nigga ah
Let that nigga go
Let that nigga talk
Let that nigga-
Let that nigga-