Angel In My Life

Joe Budden

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    [Verse 1:]
    Let's look behind the Swarovski crystals
    Behind the .50 calibers and the pistols
    Misused, pardoned self got to excuse, my issues
    For me to have you a ritual
    But, I ain't as crazy as I seem to be
    It's just that nothin' is the way that is seem's to me
    I'm feelin' less then, druggin' him up with anti-depressents
    In essence I'm threatenin my character asessment
    Truth told, I figure a few hoe's
    Mixed with some new clothes should cover my loop holes
    If I'm misundersttod or mis-guided
    Started when they passed the L' said 'just try it'
    When I don't wanna get out of bed I just fight it
    Sometimes I don't eat for days I just diet
    Only live once so if I just like it
    I ain't even checkin' the price, I just buy shit
    I'm thinkin that will just hide it
    But all it takes is life to ignite shit
    I'm thinkin' bout death wonderin' how I'm gonna go
    I can't be insane for just wantin' to know
    In my head I die often, I used to think of suicide often
    Good suit on and a nice coffin
    But, that ain't somethin' I would try myself
    Still they lock me in this room all by myself
    I need a... think I need a...

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    [Verse 2:]
    They say my symptoms are aggressive
    They titled me a compulsive obsessive slash manic depressive
    They trying to tell I'm a con and I game niggas
    That's one reason I don't even entertain niggas
    Not important who they are I won't name niggas
    They like to say I got a tendency to blame niggas
    I keep fuckin' shit up but keep tryin'
    If ya'll would just trust me I wouldn't just keep lyin'
    If I had bread I wouldn't be in debt
    Let me clarify get in Def
    I feel like every time I been less
    When ever I invest whenever I inset I feel I'm innept
    I try to make them understand but they just won't incept
    I tell them four million others I am the templed
    There ain't no book that tells a story there ain't no index
    We got some different type of cuts and no they ain't princess
    All this indigest seemingly in less
    How I take in stress when I always went best
    Aching in my chest and yet it still won't break me
    They say the room is padded for my own safety
    But the cushion don't soften shit
    They locked the door but still they let my thoughts in it
    And no one can tell me why I'm here
    I can't even see the sky from here
    I guess my time is near

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    Composición: Joe Budden

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