Angel Dust - Mac Miller

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!