Dude - Angel Dust Lyrics

If if was a fifth then we'd all be drunk
Tryna tighten all my ends like Im Alge Crump
I've been drinking so much lately but not quenching my thirst
They told me its ride or die I said I'm driving the hearse
They threw me down in the dirt but they forgot that I could bury to
I'll have the pallbearers carry you like you married Drew
Now, scary who hear you talking things that you barely do
So Imma be the living proof proving that you're barely true
And I can tell the real from the fake, the good from the bad
The ups from the downs and the smiles from the frowns
It's all about perspective what your angle is
Devils taking shots like who banging and where your angel is
Friends in high places tell em boot up shoot up with the ku klux
For two bucks I got dogs to tear your roof up
And then I take three L's to the head
Love, loyalty, life then I'm dead

We all got angels we all got demons skeletons in the closet where nobody can see em
We all got questions, all got problems lately
I've been searching for the answers in the bottom of a bottle
Too much too fast it'll kill ya, but not enough when you need it is dangerous
I feed my demons Angel Dust they'll never gain my trust
They came for us but didn't brang enough

Now if you notice I'm like Moses cuz I sea both sides
Parted the water through the middle had to see both sides
You're either high or you low but you can't be both sides
Love your neighbor like yourself when situations arise
Must got a Tempur-pedic flow cuz they sleep on mine
And lately I been bringing heat like that 305
I do what I got to do just to keep hope live
So you gone hear me fo you see me like I'm Debo tires
Me oh my he must be from the 4 not really from the streets
But they know I'm from the road
Oh yea it's going down, down like the cellar
Why, cuz all yall the same plain, vanilla
Now I'm the reason JayZ and Rihanna got umbrellas
Cuz a simple brainstorm put niggas under the weather
Now get it right brother taking flight Carolina
Got money on my mind and I needs no reminder

We all got angels we all got demons skeletons in the closet where nobody can see em
We all got questions, all got problems lately
I've been searching for the answers in the bottom of a bottle
Too much too fast it'll kill ya, but not enough when you need it is dangerous
I feed my demons Angel Dust they'll never gain my trust
They came for us but didn't brang enough

I'm heaven sent and hell bent on trying to save us all
I used to run now I am honored to answer the call
Angels and Demons man I swear I done seen em all
But I can't falter from my agenda or protocol
Now I got homie's that count blessings and some that count sacks
We come in peace but we carry pieces if you bout that
Now click clack bang on a nigga ain't no killer
Taking shots at your mental with this verbal ammunition
Now I can't see the Son shine if I abort mission
Pain deeper than the ocean but let's not get pacific
But we can get specific because I live for your existence
Its Yahweh or the highway so tell me what you picking