[INTRO: BoJack Horseman & Diane Nguyen]
I-I guess my question is do you...
Do you think it's too late for me?
What?
I mean a-a-a-a-a-a-am I just doomed to be
The person that I am?
Th-The person in that book?
I mean i-it's not too late for me, is it?
It's not too late?
Diane, I need you to tell me it's not too late
BoJack, I...
I-I-I-I need you to tell me that I'm a good person
I know that I can be selfish and narcissistic and self-destructive
But underneath all that, deep down
I'm a good person
And I need you to tell me that I'm good
Diane?
Tell me, please, Diane
Tell me that I'm good
[VERSE 1]
Look
There ain't no time for me to waste another minute thinking
That's why I'm drinking so much
That it might be permanently affecting the way I'm speaking
I peaked at a young age
Young boys with dumb rage
We put ourselves in situations that could've made front page
Now we'll never make the news
A bunch of older dudes confused
On what the fuck it is we think we wanna do
We tend to lose all of our inspiration
As soon as we're facing a problem
Instead of solving it, we trap ourselves in stagnation
Latency is plaguing me
And now it's plain to see the weight is breaking me
Thankfully heaven's gates will be awaiting me
But Satan speaks my fucking language
He told me he knew of my agony, all of my anguish
He said he knew a way out and that the road would be dangerous
But if I'm willing to sacrifice I could see the payment
Either that or the pavement
As I'm scaling backwards down a building
Cause I've lost the feeling of living
It's just a lot of work and I'm no longer willing
[Chorus]
These are my options
3 Jobs or jobless
Robbing niggas with jobs to afford Steve Jobs' products
I'm out of luck and I'm stuck in this fucking rut
I been fucking up in my classes, diplomas won't help me up
So I'm thinking of trapping, hoping this rapping shit will take off
So I could fill up my pockets and take this weight off
And finally take some days off
Some people never get back what they lost
[VERSE 2]
Sleeping thru the weekend, I been working hard
Smoking weed and now I'm reeking
Smell it in the car
I hit the plug when I'm low, I never needed a card
I need the plug when I'm low and I just need to recharge
I think all this shit is indicative of the fact that I'm in pain
The smoke and the liquor is numbing my brain
No crying a river, just making it rain
Cause I got a check today and all this money's on me
Spend it on my homies so I won't be lonely
They been asking for me, I been straight ignoring
I don't really even know why
My bad
Sometimes it gets like that
Sometimes I need to be alone or I legit might snap
And it's why rap is better than the gifts I unwrap
Because alone is the only time I'll just sit, write facts
And get this shit off my chest
Ain't no sense investing in thera-pests
When the best person to help me out is me
I don't need a degree to tell me I'm fucking up
Don't need a meter for me too see that all my luck is up
My time has been coming up
[Chorus]
These are my options
3 Jobs or jobless
Robbing niggas with jobs to afford Steve Jobs' products
I'm out of luck and I'm stuck in this fucking rut
I been fucking up in my classes, diplomas won't help me up
So I'm thinking of trapping, hoping this rapping shit will take off
So I could fill up my pockets and take this weight off
And finally take some days off
Some people never get back what they lost
I-I guess my question is do you...
Do you think it's too late for me?
What?
I mean a-a-a-a-a-a-am I just doomed to be
The person that I am?
Th-The person in that book?
I mean i-it's not too late for me, is it?
It's not too late?
Diane, I need you to tell me it's not too late
BoJack, I...
I-I-I-I need you to tell me that I'm a good person
I know that I can be selfish and narcissistic and self-destructive
But underneath all that, deep down
I'm a good person
And I need you to tell me that I'm good
Diane?
Tell me, please, Diane
Tell me that I'm good
[VERSE 1]
Look
There ain't no time for me to waste another minute thinking
That's why I'm drinking so much
That it might be permanently affecting the way I'm speaking
I peaked at a young age
Young boys with dumb rage
We put ourselves in situations that could've made front page
Now we'll never make the news
A bunch of older dudes confused
On what the fuck it is we think we wanna do
We tend to lose all of our inspiration
As soon as we're facing a problem
Instead of solving it, we trap ourselves in stagnation
Latency is plaguing me
And now it's plain to see the weight is breaking me
Thankfully heaven's gates will be awaiting me
But Satan speaks my fucking language
He told me he knew of my agony, all of my anguish
He said he knew a way out and that the road would be dangerous
But if I'm willing to sacrifice I could see the payment
Either that or the pavement
As I'm scaling backwards down a building
Cause I've lost the feeling of living
It's just a lot of work and I'm no longer willing
[Chorus]
These are my options
3 Jobs or jobless
Robbing niggas with jobs to afford Steve Jobs' products
I'm out of luck and I'm stuck in this fucking rut
I been fucking up in my classes, diplomas won't help me up
So I'm thinking of trapping, hoping this rapping shit will take off
So I could fill up my pockets and take this weight off
And finally take some days off
Some people never get back what they lost
[VERSE 2]
Sleeping thru the weekend, I been working hard
Smoking weed and now I'm reeking
Smell it in the car
I hit the plug when I'm low, I never needed a card
I need the plug when I'm low and I just need to recharge
I think all this shit is indicative of the fact that I'm in pain
The smoke and the liquor is numbing my brain
No crying a river, just making it rain
Cause I got a check today and all this money's on me
Spend it on my homies so I won't be lonely
They been asking for me, I been straight ignoring
I don't really even know why
My bad
Sometimes it gets like that
Sometimes I need to be alone or I legit might snap
And it's why rap is better than the gifts I unwrap
Because alone is the only time I'll just sit, write facts
And get this shit off my chest
Ain't no sense investing in thera-pests
When the best person to help me out is me
I don't need a degree to tell me I'm fucking up
Don't need a meter for me too see that all my luck is up
My time has been coming up
[Chorus]
These are my options
3 Jobs or jobless
Robbing niggas with jobs to afford Steve Jobs' products
I'm out of luck and I'm stuck in this fucking rut
I been fucking up in my classes, diplomas won't help me up
So I'm thinking of trapping, hoping this rapping shit will take off
So I could fill up my pockets and take this weight off
And finally take some days off
Some people never get back what they lost
( Adajio )
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