Angeldust

| Em         | B7         | C      
    | G          |
| Em         | B7         | C      

    | G          |

[Chorus]
Em                           B7
I don't like girls with nice teeth,
            C                
I only like girls who mix the 
                  G
codeine with the motherfucking 
angeldust.
    Em                           B7
So, come on in my room, girl,
C                      G
come on in my room and show me what 
an angel does.

Em                    B7
  What an angel does,   what an 
angel does,
C                             G
come on in my room, girl, and show 
me what an angel does.
Em                        B7
  I'm off that angeldust,   I'm off 
that angeldust,
    C                         G
so, come on in my room, girl, show 
me what an angel does.

[Verse 1]
(Em)                   B7
Tryna stay sober, only drink on 
pussy liquor,
      C                            
but I got that dope dick, girl, it 
G
only makes you sicker.
        Em                  B7
And I'm in the Honda Civic, racing 
to the bag
         C                  G
with the Fendi drip and the Balmain 
swag.

[Verse 2]
       Em                B7
If I'm crazy then please tell me,
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          C                    (G)
I thought you could, you could help 
me.
          Em          B7
I thought maybe, just maybe,
C                       G
you would be the one to save me.

[Chorus]
Em                           B7
I don't like girls with nice teeth,
            C                
I only like girls who mix the 
                  G
codeine with the motherfucking 
angeldust.
    Em                           B7
So, come on in my room, girl,
C                      G
come on in my room and show me what 
an angel does.

Em                    B7
  What an angel does,   what an 
angel does,
C                             G
come on in my room, girl, and show 
me what an angel does.
Em                        B7
  I'm off that angeldust,   I'm off 
that angeldust,
    C                         G
so, come on in my room, girl, show 
me what an angel does.

[Verse 3]
   (Em)                          
I'm royal to the foil, can't you see
B7
 my fucking crown?
C                                 
Sticks and stones may break my 
       G
bones but spoons won't drag me down.
       Em                          
If I'm fucking with that white I'm 
         B7
probably fucking with that brown,
        C                      G
I'll be six feet deep before I ever 
come down.

[Verse 4]
       Em                    
And if God was one of us He'd 
 B7
probably smoke angeldust,
   C                            
if that was too blasphemous I'm 
(G)
sorry.
        Em                        
But the truth is, baby, that He'd 
B7
probably sell it out
       C                        
of the back of his motherfucking 
 G
Harley.

[End-Chorus]
Em                           B7
I don't like girls with nice teeth,
            C                
I only like girls who mix the 
                  G
codeine with the motherfucking 
angeldust.
    Em                           B7
So, come on in my room, girl,
C                      G
come on in my room and show me what 
an angel does.

Em                    B7
  What an angel does,   what an 
angel does,
C                             G
come on in my room, girl, and show 
me what an angel does.
Em                        B7
  I'm off that angeldust,   I'm off 
that angeldust,
    C                         G
so, come on in my room, girl, show 
me what an angel does.