empty space I took a view into hell - But I'm coming back alive ... I'm coming home I'm coming home Please believe me I'm coming home Deliver me ...
Tradução: Angel Dust. Coming Home.
broken lives, mama come inside Cause our block is filled with danger Used to be a close knit community but now we're all total strangers Time changes dust
bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust When I bust my gat
is a vulture On both coasts with the toast to roast you My soul?s so close to approaching hopeless Flows so dope I do coke to focus The angel with the dust
on chill like gla-ciers Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust
death's an angel Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home It's
the American Way Yes, I'm gonna shake myself loose Back home across the sea Where I know that I will be free "Come here - hey Angelo... what's happenin
your peace And go to sleep And when the light in my eye is fading When running water becomes too deep Finally angels turn my fire to dust And when my
Hook] I'm light years Ahead of my peers Want some, you can come bring it right here Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they
shit So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust When I bust
less I know Friend or foe, there's only us [Chorus] I'm coming home again, home again And I hear you calling me home again I am coming home again Only
away, just like I might today I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin' shit right away I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you to
he has to do is call on you Now Lord, come bring favor into his life Favor into his music Lord Let him know that his best is yet to come Aslong as he
brain In hell you're an angel on the dust PCP Dip it wet stick it's numb, numb Dank and weed They hit it quick, where I come from GHB This do it fluid
the rent playin' bingo The landlord said, the first of the month, we gotta go Packed up my bag and met Darryl Strawberry in the mall I told James Brown stop smokin' Angel Dust
