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Bobbie Angel

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Yeah
I had a lot of potential
Incidentally, I threw it out the window
And nose-dove into this life I chose
Cuz I would rather write with it than to push the pencil
But rent's due, and I'm short a few hundred dollars
I don't think i can afford this view
I wish it was that simple, yes or no
But I got plenty possibilities, no more than you

Wish I could wrap my head around maybe
The definition of this makes me crazy
That grey area, it enslaves me
But at the same time feeds my craving
If everything was black and white fact
I'd have no motivation to rhyme and write raps
My boss would like that, I'd be right back
To a nine to five stuffing a sandwich in my sack

I'll stick with the maniacal diet
Mix it in with my depression, you would die if you tried it
It's like you keep striking a match that won't light
It's making you so mad that you're trying to fight it
And it's written on your face, ain't no trying to hide it
Everybody wanna help, but you try and deny it
You gotta realize, when nothing is inside
That nothing is undefined when you try to divide it
So just stay calm, cool, collected
Even when you hate your own reflection
You gotta fight the feeling, you know that it's coming
It's the one you get right after you've been rejected

It's the feeling you get like when you're sick and you're tired
So you curl up into your bed, then all the sudden you're wired
So you hop in the whip, and take a late night drive
But you fall asleep at the wheel, crash and you die
Yeah, it's kinda like that when I describe what's inside
I got a mother fucking monster in the back of my mind
I couldn't stop it or even slow it up if I tried
I've been running, ducking, and hiding since two thousand and five
And I promised my people I would rap like I'm happy
Laughable that I thought it could ever actually happen
I got problems so deep, you couldn't hack it through half of them
If you were me for a week, you'd probably have a few habits too

See I'm addicted to leaving and getting stoned by my lonely
And drinking forties of OE just like my homies showed me
Marshall told me, Don't let this shit take control little bro
And now he's out in Cali, six below and rolling over
I ain't like you, I gotta lie when I smile
Cuz I walk a couple of steps, and then I back up a mile
I'm just crumbling under all the troubles and trials
If I could have a single wish, I would go back to a child

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