Testi:
Angel Dust Hold On

... Hold on ... You ride on a silver spider ... Hold on don't you lose your dreams Hold on save your fantasy Hold on every nightmare's got an end Hold

players grow, ya know Just soak it up 'cause it's to the plus Then spread your wings like an angel and get high like dust Plus, I'm knowin' fakers hatin' on

darkness she was selling me light Painful and beautiful hold on me tight [Chorus] Livin' on love and gasoline Takin' me somewhere that I've never been Losing my hold on

assistant for the intern of the back up gaffer But I'm only a rapper, standin' on two feet, backstage with four whores On all fours, and that's on all

me So my God will be right next to me... [Verse 2] I'm descending from the sky like Gabriel the arch angel with weight of world on shoulders like Aretha

and now the most fortunate [The Tonic] Well now, might ya decipher· the first discipler Angel of Death sniper every Superman's Kryptoniter More tighter, than any street fighter on

If you got killed, you got left If you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 730, that mean you crazy Hit me on the hip means page me Angel dust is

a hustler on the go You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust

On your side, you can die, die, die, die [Free Murda:] Who that wanna fuck with me, Lil' Free Now ya'll get smoked like angel dust No clips wanna bang