| I’m saying that I, I need an angel
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| Born to find me, born to show me the way out
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| And I’ll, I’ll be so lonely
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| I’ve been holding on for so long, save me from lost and found
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| Just close your eyes and let me paint this
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| Picture so you can understand how deep my pain is
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| Feel me when I speak from the heart, it’s all tainted
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| Cause I speak from the darkest place, that’s where my brain is
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| For all of us that are fed up with life, hold it down
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| For all of us who never take a chance, take it now
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| This is your life man, go ahead, take control
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| Nobody around you gives a shit where the hell you go
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| Stop feeling sorry for yourself, stand up
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| And I don’t want you like, uh, they fucked my plans up
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| No excuses, keep pursuing, keep pushing, you’ve done it before
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| You can do it, don’t be stupid, move it!
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| I’m saying that I, I need an angel
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| Born to find me, born to show me the way out
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| And I’ll, I’ll be so lonely
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| I’ve been holding on for so long, save me from lost and found
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| I feel lost, give me light, give me hope
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| Give me spark, give me anything I need so I can leave out the dark
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| It’s so cold, heart froze, spit snow
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| Spit so you could feel every angry pissed note!
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| But just know that I’m only angry cause you made me
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| And I love it, man it’s crazy, it has made me
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| Into something so much stronger, little bigger
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| So much longer, how much longer 'fore I turn into a motherfucking anaconda
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| Man I’m pissed off, let me list off, a few things on my chest need to be let off
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| Look at all this Eminem shit needs to be dead talk
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| You keep jumping on my dick, you need to get off
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| I’ve been walking this road and I’ve passed 8 miles
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| I’m at 188 and counting, surrounded by haters, I’m astounded
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| How I got so many wanting me dead but I got an angel pushing me ahead
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| I’m saying that I, I need an angel
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| Born to find me, born to show me the way out
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| And I’ll, I’ll be so lonely
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| I’ve been holding on for so long, save me from lost and found
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| Third verse, it gets worse
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| I body rap, fucking nerves, call a hearse, so absurd
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| I hate the world, it gets on my nerves
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| Balls cuffed, spit at everyone who don’t occur
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| Middle fingers to the world, I’m the new 2Pac
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| I spit the truth beneath the booth, you fools watch
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| Why you lose what you thought you had? |
| What you thought you got?
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| Which means you never had it to begin with
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| I’m living whatever I speak, I’m in it, I live it
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| You gimmicks are nothing I’m driven, you bump into something so vicious
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| I’m eating fleshes from men and women to bitches, I’m cannibalistic
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| I’m rapping majestic and still a statistic of a rapper that’s missing
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| I’m rapping conditioned, I’m clapping these kicks in
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| My passion is itching, I’m blasting these hits and
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| I’m mad and I’m pissed at the haters convinced that
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| I’m biting, they bitching, they crying and wishing
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| I’ll die and stop spitting but I am not finished you bitches
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| I’m saying that I, I need an angel
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| Born to find me, born to show me the way out
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| And I’ll, I’ll be so lonely
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| I’ve been holding on for so long, save me from lost and found |