Wett Brain

Angeldust

Wett Brain


Tom: Em

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

[Chorus]
Em                           B7
I don't like girls with nice teeth,
            C                                  G
I only like girls who mix the 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                            G
but I got that dope dick, girl, it 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,
          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                                  G
I only like girls who mix the 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)                          B7
I'm royal to the foil, can't you see my fucking crown?
C                                        G
Sticks and stones may break my bones but spoons won't drag me down.
       Em                                   B7
If I'm fucking with that white I'm probably fucking with that brown,
        C                      G
I'll be six feet deep before I ever come down.

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

[End-Chorus]
Em                           B7
I don't like girls with nice teeth,
            C                                  G
I only like girls who mix the 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.