Blu The Summer song lyrics

Ayy [?]!

No man I'm serious man

You gotta fall back on that

You gotta get cha' soul back jack

Yo

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)

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

duce me to the beast that got it all started

The shit 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 [?]

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 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 on)

Say it (angel dust dust)