Angels
Mac Miller Lyrics


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Yeah
Yeah, um
Uh
Ladies and gentlemen
Yeah
Whew, that drip
Yeah, okay
Writin' on writer's block, haven't slept in days
They wanna put me in the psycho watch, everyone's afraid
Of what I do inside my studio, worried I'ma lose control
They rufflin' my feathers and they shufflin' the Yu-Gi-Oh
Execution flow, at your neck like new cologne
Uno, dos, bitch, I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger though
My brain fried, always chasin' the same high
I'm too fucked up to function, do nothin' but waste time
Woke up annihilated, lyin' on the pavement
Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
And I know that it's Friday, 'cause every Friday they have a parade
In-front of city hall, hear 'em celebrate, they havin' a ball
My pupils dilated, highly dehydrated, I'm lost inside a giant matrix
Isolate myself from eyes I find contagious
Jump above the comedown
I'm strung out, noddin' off inside the dugout

Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
Feels so good to feel this free
What are you afraid of?
Tell me what you made of
What are you afraid of?
It's just a little angel dust
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da, la-da-da (just a little angel dust)
La-da-da-da (yeah), la-da-da-da (yeah)
La-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)

Yeah
I'm playin' hot potato on a Winnebago
The chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in queso
And what's an angel with a missin' halo?
She would drop outta school to take a trip to DayGlow
Found a twenty layin' by the sewer rats
You know little Stuart hasn't been in any movies lately
He's spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex
His agent workin' hard to try and book him a commercial
What I do should not concern you, do this 'til I turn blue
Not Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin, curses turn 'em into bird food
Hurry to make the first move, I'm walkin' like Herschel
And now we at the end of verse two, oh

Don't be scared, just come with me, yeah
Feels so good to feel this free
What are you afraid of? (Woo)
Tell me what you made of (yeah)
What are you afraid of?
It's just a little angel dust
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (yeah)
La-da-da-da, la-da-da (said it's just a little angel dust)
La-da-da-da, la-da-da-da
La-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)

Don't fuck with the angel dust
Don't fuck with the angel dust
Please don't fuck with the angel dust
Oh




Please don't fuck with the angel dust
(Aw shit)

Overall Meaning

The song "Angels" by Mac Miller is a melancholic rap featuring curious and surrealistic lyrics. The song talks about the creativeness of Mac Miller and his love for music. He mentions how he goes long hours without sleeping just to write songs that express how he feels. However, people around him feel worried about him, and they want to put him in a mental asylum. He also goes on to say how he isolates himself from people to avoid picking up their vibe. Furthermore, Mac Miller talks about the use of marijuana and other substances via lines such as, "My brain fried, always chasin' the same high," which shows how he is struggling with addiction. The chorus goes on to say, "don't be scared, just come with me," which is a kind of nostalgic occurrence or feeling that someone might feel while on LSD or a psychotropic trip.


The song "Angels" is from Mac Miller's sixth and final album, "Circles." Mac Miller passed away in September 2018, and his family released "Circles" posthumously in January 2020.


Line by Line Meaning

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




Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.
Written by: Malcolm James McCormick, Josh Berg, Thad Jones

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Comments from YouTube:

@Carlos0994

This is my favorite song by Mac. Forever most Dope

@Carlos0994

Amen

@Alex-sc9qc

Same. Listened to everything he did and there's just something about this.

@Tomuchsauce

this song help me make it through high school .. thanks mac

@Ic3maninfection

I’m going to miss you Mac 😔

@FilthyBrosUnite

This instrumental is a master-piece.

@ChaChansky

instrumental really makes me think just about life and how good things are and how things in life can get better for people...

@sokoye1493

ChaChansky has it to come into the o

@XXlordbillyXX

this song is so beautiful.

@Sunny-wr5sd

One of his best ?

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