paroles de chanson Angel in My Life - Joe Budden
Hello?
(Ay,
yo,
B,
what′s
up
yo?)
What's
goin′
on
man?
Ay,
I've
been
tryin'
to
gets
us
some
mild
jooj,
spoke
to
′em
lately?
What
d′you
mean
have
I
spoke
to
'em?
You
ain′t
hear?
Nah
(they
got
you
ragged
out
this
house
on
the
fuckin'
street
Jackson)
For
what?
(′Cause
he
talkin'
about
killin′
himself
and
takin'
people
with
him)
You
lyin'
(and
he
sellin′
mad
drugs
in
the
system)
Man
this
niggas
gone,
he′s
lost
yo
(yo)
Let's
look
behind
the
Swarovski
crystals
Behind
the
.50
calibers
and
the
pistols
Misused,
pardoned
self
got
to
excuse,
my
issues
For
me
just
to
have
you
as
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
assessment
Truth
told,
I
figure
a
few
hoes
Mixed
with
some
new
clothes
should
cover
my
loop
holes
If
I'm
misunderstood
or
misguided
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,
I
think
I
need
a...
I
can't
even
believe
the
shit
you're
saying
right
now...
This
what
I′m
tryin′
to
tell
you
man,
was
just
like
the
other
night
we
were
at
the
club
This
nigga
ran
out
the
club,
start
shootin'
my
man
up
(what?)
For
no
reason,
this
nigga
talkin′
about
somethin',
you
the
only
person
that
can
save
him
Apocalypse
coming
and
he′s
the
saviuor
of
all
man
kind,
and
Oh
it's
crazy,
this
nigga′s
not
even
himself
no
more,
yo
They
say
my
symptoms
are
aggressive
They
titled
me
a
compulsive
obsessive
slash
manic
depressive
They
trying
to
tell
me
that
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'd
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
Whenever
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
not
princess
All
this
indigest
seemingly
in
less
How
I
take
in
stress
when
I
always
went
best?
Aching
in
my
chest
yeah
and
still
it
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
Ay,
yo,
we
really
need
to
go
see
that
nigga,
yo
I
don′t
know,
we
could
go
to
Denver
Last
time
I
saw
him,
I
went
lookin'
for
him,
man
On
his
own,
IVs
all
in
his
arm
Lookin'
like
he′s
in
a
daze
He
was
gone,
he
wouldn′t
let
me
near
him
He
had
a
guard
near
him
on
24
hour
watch
Had
all
these
subscriptions
he
was
taking
I
don't
know
what′s
going
on...
1 Now I Lay
2 The Future
3 If I Gotta Go
4 Don't Make Me
5 Blood on the Wall
6 In My Sleep
7 Exxxes
8 I Couldn't Help It
9 Happy Holidays
10 Do Tell
11 Angel in My Life
12 Pray for Me
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