Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Angel in My Life , by - Joe Budden. Release date: 23.02.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Angel in My Life |
| 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… |
| 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 |