Blu, 2Mex, L.M.N.O., Imani - The Summer / Angel Dust lyrics
[Blu, 2Mex, L.M.N.O., Imani - The Summer / Angel Dust lyrics]
On PCH looking for the PCP
Riding backwards off the handlebars
On the twelve speed floatin' around
Holdin' on from the last high
Below sea levels
Swimmin' fast with the Devil
Fire to the metal, spoon then zoom
Fire that make you expire more than soon
No family, foundation, a sick patient
His past health grades are
Sayin' he's been spacin' full blown comatose
He's always in a cloud of smoke, on the roast
Dusted, no Swiffer, busted up the zipper
Rusted at the lip
He couldn't do it for the Gipper
(Nah nah nah nah nah) 'Til
The wheels fall off a piece of his soul is
Lost every time he coughs
Make zombies look lively when
He gets that fix
Broken down spirit trapped in his skin (Uh)
Angel dust ain't strange to us
Things that are dangerous are
Within range for us
Hollywood Park, watching the dealers bust
Hollywood Boulevard where tweakers
Cuss with crust in their eyes
I'm a night tripper in disguise
Fiending for advice
Sittin' nasty on that forbidden candy
In the Camry
Not worried about what can or can't be
Tryna defuse her like John Candy
John Belushi, Gorked out but not loosely
You wanna wet out? Lick a
Square of my loose leaf
South Central liquor store loosies
Skinny dip until the chemicals induce me
(It was all part of the)
The shit is hittin' harder
Than Joe Jackson on the dawn of a talent show
Smoke that tickin' time bomb
Get my palms in bedlam slow
See the homie but he's not really there
Tryna have a conversation with
A ghost not there
It's like I'm stuck and the lights are off
And I'm locked in Toys 'R Us with that
It's the Devil's work
Take it and let it work
It ain't got nothin' to do with angels
It's just strange people doing strange
Things in weird places
My people, angel dust don't play (Don't play)
Have you moonwalkin' in the
Middle of the freeway
Don't believe what your friends say
My pops told me back in the mix
Before crack came
It was waterheads trippin' off
Of sherm sticks (Sherm sticks?)
They call it out on your feet
Have a nigga runnin' butt
Naked down the street
Didn't know that you like to get wet
It's smokin' all the water that'll get you
Get you wet ready, set
Put it on the end of your cigarette
Have you shakin' on my front lawn
Molly ain't got shit on (On, on, on)
Say it (Angel dust, dust)
Riding backwards off the handlebars
On the twelve speed floatin' around
Holdin' on from the last high
Below sea levels
Swimmin' fast with the Devil
Fire to the metal, spoon then zoom
Fire that make you expire more than soon
No family, foundation, a sick patient
His past health grades are
Sayin' he's been spacin' full blown comatose
He's always in a cloud of smoke, on the roast
Dusted, no Swiffer, busted up the zipper
Rusted at the lip
He couldn't do it for the Gipper
(Nah nah nah nah nah) 'Til
The wheels fall off a piece of his soul is
Lost every time he coughs
Make zombies look lively when
He gets that fix
Broken down spirit trapped in his skin (Uh)
Angel dust ain't strange to us
Things that are dangerous are
Within range for us
Hollywood Park, watching the dealers bust
Hollywood Boulevard where tweakers
Cuss with crust in their eyes
I'm a night tripper in disguise
Fiending for advice
Sittin' nasty on that forbidden candy
In the Camry
Not worried about what can or can't be
Tryna defuse her like John Candy
John Belushi, Gorked out but not loosely
You wanna wet out? Lick a
Square of my loose leaf
South Central liquor store loosies
Skinny dip until the chemicals induce me
(It was all part of the)
The shit is hittin' harder
Than Joe Jackson on the dawn of a talent show
Smoke that tickin' time bomb
Get my palms in bedlam slow
See the homie but he's not really there
Tryna have a conversation with
A ghost not there
It's like I'm stuck and the lights are off
And I'm locked in Toys 'R Us with that
It's the Devil's work
Take it and let it work
It ain't got nothin' to do with angels
It's just strange people doing strange
Things in weird places
My people, angel dust don't play (Don't play)
Have you moonwalkin' in the
Middle of the freeway
Don't believe what your friends say
My pops told me back in the mix
Before crack came
It was waterheads trippin' off
Of sherm sticks (Sherm sticks?)
They call it out on your feet
Have a nigga runnin' butt
Naked down the street
Didn't know that you like to get wet
It's smokin' all the water that'll get you
Get you wet ready, set
Put it on the end of your cigarette
Have you shakin' on my front lawn
Molly ain't got shit on (On, on, on)
Say it (Angel dust, dust)