Angel Dust
Mac Miller Lyrics

Writin' on writer's block, haven't slept in days
Struggling with writer's block and insomnia

They wanna put me in the psycho watch, everyone's afraid
People are afraid of what he's capable of and want to put him in an insane asylum

Of what I do inside my studio, worried I'ma lose control
People are worried he will lose control in his recording studio

They rufflin' my feathers and they shufflin' the Yu-Gi-Oh
People are aggravating him and distracting him

Execution flow, at your neck like new cologne
He has a killer flow and it's as sharp as new cologne

Uno, dos, bitch, I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger though
His lyrics are haunting and unforgettable, like Freddy Krueger from Nightmare on Elm Street

My brain fried, always chasin' the same high
He's addicted to drugs and is constantly chasing the same high

I'm too fucked up to function, do nothin' but waste time
He's too high to do anything productive

Woke up annihilated, lyin' on the pavement
He got so high that he passed out on the sidewalk

Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
He vomited under a fire escape and got things all over himself

And I know that it's Friday, 'cause every Friday they have a parade
He knows it's Friday because there's a parade every week on Fridays

In-front of city hall, hear 'em celebrate, they havin' a ball
The parade is in front of City Hall and everyone is having a good time

My pupils dilated, highly dehydrated, I'm lost inside a giant matrix
He's super high and dehydrated, and feels lost in the world

Isolate myself from eyes I find contagious
He avoids people he finds to be negative influences

Jump above the comedown
He wants to avoid the negative feelings and come down from his high

I'm strung out, noddin' off inside the dugout
He's so high that he's nodding off in the dugout (presumably of a baseball field)

Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
He's trying to convince someone to join him in his drug use

Feels so good to feel this free
Using drugs makes him feel free

What are you afraid of?
He's asking someone why they're scared to try drugs

Tell me what you made of
He's challenging them to see if they are strong enough to handle drugs

It's just a little angel dust
He's downplaying the danger of the drug (PCP)

I'm playin' hot potato on a Winnebago
He's casually doing drugs in a Winnebago (a type of RV)

The chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in queso
The food is not great, but it's still edible when dipped in queso (a sauce)

And what's an angel with a missin' halo?
The missing halo is an allusion to the drug (angel dust)

Found a twenty layin' by the sewer rats
He found $20 on the ground by sewage-dwelling rats

You know little Stuart hasn't been in any movies lately
A random aside about a guy named Stuart who hasn't been in movies

He's spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex
Stuart is using his money to buy drugs instead of investing in his career

His agent workin' hard to try and book him a commercial
Despite his drug use, Stuart's agent is still trying to get him work

What I do should not concern you, do this 'til I turn blue
He's telling someone to mind their own business and let him do drugs until he dies

Not Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin, curses turn 'em into bird food
He's saying his lyrics are powerful, like a curse that could turn someone into bird food

Hurry to make the first move, I'm walkin' like Herschel
He's moving fast and confident, like Herschel (possibly Herschel Walker, a famous football player)

Don't fuck with the angel dust
He's warning people not to mess with the dangerous drug (PCP)

Please don't fuck with the angel dust
He's pleading with people not to try the drug

(Aw shit)
A random moment of exclamation at the end