that somedays I can't find my place I guess God just made some of us To live and die by highway dust Guess I just have to trust on the the days I'm
of a body A body of touch not feel One question, is she a stone in the devil's garden Or a speck in an angels dust Or the ashes to ashes and lust to
have no idea what to do Before we're in over our heads in Jackson Square I woke up with a weight on my chest People were screaming on the street below
m still holding on today And will you forgive me when I found out I was stray on the outskirts of the room doubled up on angel dust there crying on my
Spinning in rooms, in cities of rust I?m stranded, struck out on this line There?s smoke and fire and steel and wire And glass and spire and dust One
we can not allow dat in the church of Angels Dey Ain't So werr herre to help no doubt brotha (Ali) Hold, hold hold on Reverand, hold on Reverand (Nelly
Knowing this was all a lie The succubus French kissed me in the orafice Complex as Oedipus left in my mouth a taste of distrust Lust for flesh & bone, but ain't no angels in dust
ashes to ashes, I'm dust to dust And when a man turns to ashes Forget about love Like the feeling inside you With the bottle beside you You both end up empty Like an angel
am some immortal and pointless dust. Two bodies lie in bed for their brief moment together in eternity; the memory holds still; we watch the fireflies kiss the night and turn their backs on
When I met her off the train When the smoke get cleared and the dust was still She was standin? there an' speakin' my name Guarantee she looked like an angel
feasibly. ? ? ? the urban ? ? mocha latte, Saint Paul nigga rockin the uptown partay like coca angel vatte, I provide that mental rush and that physical feelin like yo whole worlds being dusted
my genius without a SAT score I took drugs and laced it with things But you a addict yourself For you I was people, places and things (How the fuck you thought) Angel dust
best believe I got a reason to So call Oprah While I'm home, playing husband My girl's fucking my cousin So now I'm back on angel dust And busting
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, ha Come on, come on, come on Ha, what yeah Diggin in the crates ya' Come on, come on, come on Uhh, yeah, Lord Finesse ya' Check
F If you got killed, you got left If you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 730, that mean you crazy Hit me on the hip means page me Angel dust
head & murder me So my God will be right next to me... (Verse 2) I'm descending from the sky like Gabriel the arch angel with weight of world on
murder me So my God will be right next to me... (Verse 2) I'm descending from the sky like Gabriel the arch angel with weight of world on shoulders like
ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Real thug shit unplugged Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust Bitches