Joe Budden

Joe Budden - Angel In My Life lyrics

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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 

Im feelin' less then, druggin' him up with anti-depressents 

In essence im 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 aint 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..... 



[Hook] 



[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 dont 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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