Texty:
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

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 on

hold your hand up to the plow Work the dirt till the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good Lord near It

hurts everytime it's revealed what goes around comes around, this is lights ferris wheel grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parrallel park Kentucky derby on

Searchin' through the dust for fools gold, lookin' for a sign Holy man said "hold on brother there's a light up ahead" Ain't nothing like a light that shines on

the minds up of you boys and girls [Chorus Cuts] [Prevail:] Complete sweep like a cluster bomb Cold as death, hold your breath till the dust is gone From the lost angel

Out" "And on this burst, you'll gave work to the worst Get the pen from the nurse, and hold the mic up first" "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the

Firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life Aces suffice Paper's a must Fallen Angels and Angel dust My team do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust Million

Bo Real stiffly We can do it fast or even slow I'll lift thee Up on the bed or on the floor Obsessed with Pussy coochie nani on my mind God bless it