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
Übersetzung: Angel Dust. Nie.
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
: Love me. Touch me. Hate me. Never leave me. Love me. Touch me. Hate me. Forever yours. Let us be shelter of our wounds. Now and then we get lost from
our block we still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still plaaayyy [Verse 2] Now shit's constantly hot, on my block It never
cry with you too Coming home I would find her by the phone Leaving her alone when it rang But she never answered Oh but I watched her Her face shone like an angel
thugster thugsters Chorus: Intro 3 and Intro 4 overlapped, Intro 2 [Biggie] Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us Straight up weed no angel dust
take my tea at one With coffee and some cigarettes I watch you dare out the sun I rule this town with poisoned wells But with lovers running parallel Angel dust
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
left alone my grave ? I can't evade sniff a glacial breath of fear weariness befalls your eyes sadness thrives on lonely thoughts they never fade away to dust
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 This is
: Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise A passionate ritual in the ruined gardens theatre The painted angels - Shadowed high above Once they
In a sore afraid new world They tried to break us, Looks like they'll try again Wild boys never lose it Wild boys never chose this way Wild boys never
can hear the song they sing Between good and evil, you're just a puppet on a string It could be the Angel of Death or the Angel King A pitchfork with
hate to admit it I ain't been the same since you came around My mind is swollen from the weariness Wish you'd never flagged me down Twisted angel, cast
a war of gang violence, where it was never seen before Punks whirl when the gat bust Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust And some of them are even
sell 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
: Drug The message The last I wanna send into my blood Into my arms Through my veins You are, I am yours This sand, Angel dust The waves of a haunted
