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Angel In My Life Lyrics

from Padded Room

"Angel In My Life" is track #6 on the album Padded Room. It was written by Joseph Budden.

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Let's look behind the Swarovski crystals
Behind the fifty calibers and the pistols
Misused, pardoned self got to excuse, my issues
For me just 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 seems to me
I'm feelin' less then, druggin' him up with anti-depressants
In essence I'm threatenin' my character assessment

Truth told, I figure a few hoe's
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

They say my symptoms are aggressive
They titled me a compulsive obsessive slash manic depressive
They tryin' 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 y'all 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 like I'm inept

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
Achin' 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

Joseph Budden

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