Angles Lyrics - Mick Jenkins

I've been running away, cause I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna pray 

Hope the bridges we burnin-in', yeah 

Light the way for another day 

I only do it if (I want to) 

Look in the mirror, do I (want you)? 

I don't know. Do you know? 

Come on mister, (don't lie) 

What do you feel when you look into your (own eyes)? 

See it's all about angles 

Whether I'm checking my watch or I'm hitting my dab 

You use the same muscles to cough with as you would do to laugh 

It's perspective really, the collective is merely suggesting a theory that love is a blessing 

I'm stressing it really 

Man y'all don't hear me, if you've never been alone how you know yourself? 

If you ain't up on the water how you grow yourself? 

You should love you so much that you go Marylin Manson and blow yourself 

It's some things that you gotta learn that only you can show yourself 

Getting introspective, it can only go right like you ain't got no left 

Like a wack-ass point guard 

Or a porn star, yeah I'm going hard 

Young Coinstar 

I've done seen change, trying to turn this shit to dollar bills 

Touching souls, not just copping feels 

See myself when I see my friends 

They make sure that I ain't lost the real 

Lost at sea or lost at thought 

I give a fuck, I ever lost a deal 

I'm hungry to see me, be me like a nigga lost a meal 

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I've been running away, cause I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna pray 

Hope the bridges we burnin-in', yeah 

Light the way for another day 

I only do it if I want to 

Look in the mirror, do I want you? 

I don't know. Do you know? 

Come on mister, don't lie 

What do you feel when you look into your own eyes? 

(I am, um) I am absolutely, positively happy 

Exponential, gratitude for rapping 

Aptitude for passing dude's exceptions 

The vacancy will always be the laughing 

Cause niggas love a bitch when she's sarcastic 

Rihanna is made of feather dust and matches 

And everybody wants to touch the fire 

A little bit of love never hurt nobody 

Y'all in the club while I'm sitting in the attic 

Thinking bout the plastic, a trip to Malibu 

Spend a couple racks on racks say hallelu- 

In the waiting room trying to get to you 

And who could be the breadwinner? Me 

And who could cook your next dinner? Me 

I think not, I'm saving up for Audi 

This is, allegory of a wack-long cloudy 

I am absolutely, positively healthy 

Re-define to expedite my wealthy 

I need money, halfway sunny, out the country 

Only God and a blunt could help me 

And Noname quit the weed 

Happy with sunlight in my weave 

Synonymous with all anonymous and verbal columnists 

A good rap song is all I need 

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I've been running away, cause I don't wanna fight, 

I don't wanna pray 

Hope the bridges we burnin-in', yeah 

Light the way for another day 

I only do it if (I want to) 

Look in the mirror, do I (want you)? 

I don't know. Do you know? 

Come on mister, (don't lie) 

What do you feel when you look into your (own eyes)? 

Had to get to know myself before I claimed I loved me 

Nobody else, just for myself, got more myself just for me 

Growing everyday, I'm growing everyday, growing everyday 

Wake up early in the morning for you now 

Had to get to know myself before I claimed I loved me 

Nobody else, just for myself, got more myself just for me 

Growing everyday, I'm growing everyday, growing everyday 

Wake up early in the morning for you now