Horror in my eyes I don't know whats going on List in hell Nothing remains the same Creatures of the night arise in me Darkness around me Encourages their
Preklad: Angel prachu. Nikdy.
Horror in my eyes I don't know whats going on List in hell Nothing remains the same Creatures of the night arise in me Darkness around me Encourages
Atlanta cockin' hammers Bandannas on car antennas No, we do not talk to strangers Just cut off these niggas fingaz Gucci's armed and dangerous Cocaine, codeine and angel dust
, Bloomberg money Old habits die hard, the Vanguard Award winner New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel dust
drugs to kids and say it's us And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust? You only see young brothers in a drug bust Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
line You must be the angel, I though I might never find Was it you I heard singing, oh, while I was chasin' dreams Driven by the wind, like the dust
hold your hand up to the plow Work the dirt till the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good Lord near It
for the rush (rush)? My niggas love when they bust They steady buck and they duck They put your dick in the dust My niggas creepin on a come up Come up
like how I'm livin... well fuck ohhh I stuck to what I was on... a star is born on a cusp Many angel's fell to the dust Leavin' me to trust... only a
it just drop the top We call 'em rags, you call 'em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We rode the AC transit bus, selling joints for a dollar Smoking angel dust
you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin
aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus We now want the new weed, beat under us Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust Too
about, I wanna take you with me. Girl, as long as you wit me, see, you can be who you be. I want you all to understand that I can never be beat. woh
body have some passion Get your raw head Rex in motion Get down and get it on Well my body's in a quiver You send a psychedelic shiver Pleasure on the never never
the hole stare into the glare the flare rips your retina no way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust lines laced with angel-dust
the minds up of you boys and girls [Chorus Cuts] [Prevail:] Complete sweep like a cluster bomb Cold as death, hold your breath till the dust is gone From the lost angel
The watch mother pearl weather seashells Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up Twitter thug, I'm the townline strangler Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
