Blu - The Summer / Angel Dust lyrics

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Blu - The Summer / Angel Dust lyrics

[Intro:?] Ayy [?]! [?]! No man I'm serious man You gotta fall back on that You gotta get cha' soul back jack Yo [Verse 1:?] Armed [?] looking for the PCP Riding backwards off the handlebar 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 [?] (nah nah nah nah nah) 'Till 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) [Verse 2:?] Angel dust ain't strange to us Things that are dangerous are within range for us [?] Park Watching the dealers bust Hollywood Boulevard where tweakers cuss with crust in their eyes I'm a night tripper in disguise, fiending for a [?] Sittin' [?] 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 lucys, skinny dip until the chemicals induce me Introduce me to the beast that got it all started The sh** is hittin' harder than Joe Jackson on the dawn of a talent show Smoke that tickin' time bomb, get my palms [?] slow See the homie but he's not really there Tryna' have a conversation with the ghost not there It's like I'm stuck and the lights are off and I'm locked [?] [Verse 3:?] That'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 wattaheads, trippin' off of sherm sticks (sherm sticks) They call it out on your feet, have a n***a runnin' bu*t 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 sh** on (on on on on) Say it (angel dust dust)

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