I don't like girls with nice teeth
I only like girls who mix the codeine
With the motherfucking angeldust
So come on in my room, girl
Come on in my room
And show me what an angel does
What an angel does
What an angel does
Come on in my room, girl
And show me what an angel does
I'm off that angeldust
I'm off that angeldust
So come on in my room, girl
Show me what an angel does
Tryna stay sober
Only drink on pussy liquor
But I got that dope dick, girl
It only makes you sicker
And I'm in the Honda Civic
Racing to the bag
With the Fendi drip
And the Balmain swag
If I'm crazy
Then please tell me
I thought you could
You could help me
I thought maybe, just maybe
You would be the one to save me
I don't like girls with nice teeth
I only like girls who mix the codeine
With the motherfucking angeldust
So come on in my room, girl
Come on in my room
And show me what an angel does
What an angel does
What an angel does
Come on in my room, girl
And show me what an angel does
I'm off that angeldust
I'm off that angeldust
So come on in my room, girl
And show me what an angel does
I'm royal to the foil
Can't you see my fucking crown?
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But spoons won't drag me down
If I'm fucking with that white
I'm probably fucking with that brown
I'll be six feet deep
Before I ever come down
And if God was one of us
He'd probably smoke angeldust
If that was too blasphemous
I'm sorry
But the truth is, baby
That he'd probably sell it out
Of the back of his motherfucking Harley
I don't like girls with nice teeth
I only like girls who mix the codeine
With the motherfucking angeldust
So come on in my room, girl
Come on in my room
And show me what an angel does
What an angel does
What an angel does
Come on in my room, girl
And show me what an angel does
I'm off that angeldust
I'm off that angeldust
So come on in my room, girl
And show me what an angel does