[Intro] Yeah, yeah Umm... uh... Ladies and gentleman Yeah, whew, that drip Yeah, okay [Verse 1] 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 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 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 [Hook] 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! [Verse 2] 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! [Hook] [Outro] 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!
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