Bright Campa - BREAK._.UP / ANGEL DUST lyrics

What! What! Woo!
Na la la, la la la!

Yeah, I think about making my drink red
Just to look like a pint of red
I miss that girl that's dirty
Where's that energy?
I'm missing all my bros, oh
I'm trying to tone you the way
I miss my girls
You know that I'm trying to stay
Everything grows, whoa-whoa
What you know, you left me in the cold
Whoa-whoa, freezing in the cold
Because you don't know, no no
You don't know
Because you don't know, no no
No, you don't know!

I got to eat, hit up the streets
Baby, greet me, she's my treat
We're going to meet, give me the sweet
Sweet-sweet-sweet-sweet heat
I got new knowledge about the village
My folks are ready to skirmish
You know nobody is new to this, I don't kiss
You're full of bliss
All my records are a hit
Wannabe songs are a miss (mm)
Baby greet me (yeah)
She's my treat, baby greet me
Give me the sweet, sweet
Sweet-sweet-sweet
I got to eat, hit up the streets
About the village
My folks are ready to skirmish!

I think about making my drink red
Just to look like a pint of red
I miss that girl that's dirty
Where's that energy?
I'm missing all my bros, oh
I'm trying to tone you the way
I miss my girls
You know that I'm trying to stay
Everything grows, whoa-whoa
What you know, you left me in the cold
Whoa-whoa, freezing in the cold
Because you don't know, no no
You don't know
Because you don't know, no no
No, you don't know!

Ooh ooh, see yea for real
Thank you for real, blessed

What! What! Yeah, straight up whoa
No, no, no, don't want to die
Want to be alive

Yeah, got that thing on me whoa (no)
Yeah, I got my thing on me (no)
Yeah, aye, and she's going to slide (no)
Yeah, and she's going to ride
Yeah, doing Angel Dust (eh)
Woke up in the middle of the park whoa
My head was dizzy, spinning
I was going to die, I can see it from my eyes
And I cannot believe I survive
Now I got to say goodbye ooh

Only twenty-one yeah, on top of the board
Whoa, and I got my thing on me
Yeah, and she's my queen ooh
I'm outside and she's going to ride
And she's gonna pop, man I like to pop
Man I like to take her out
Whoa I like to smoke
I like to drink, yeah I got to get inline

Doing Angel Dust, waking up in the park
Niggas going to rob me
Niggas going to pop me
Niggas think-niggas think I'm
Really about it
I got it, yeah eh, phew!

It's getting serious, it's getting serious
I'm going to lose my mind
I pray to God yeah
I want to say goodbye
I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want to die
I can't believe I'm still alive
And I'm stuck in my mind, and you know that
I always keep a knife, I don't give a fuck!
You can catch it right, feeling stuck!
I know I'm never going to be rich
I know I will never be famous
I tried for so many years, been doing my way
Been did they're way, then God show me
His way, now I got to pay the way!

Yeah, yeah yeah