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...