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So can you rescue me |
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Because my ship is sinking |
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And I'm drowning at sea |
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So can you rescue me, from me |
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Can you rescue me? |
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I was losing my mind like |
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I was trying to lose it |
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Using my time for using, abusing my grind |
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This is my own honest view of who |
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I am behind this, music |
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Ryan the whole bottle of patron |
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Connoisseur |
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At a point in time |
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I thought |
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I blew it, doing crime |
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I would've washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid |
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And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it |
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That I wasn't protected because peer pressure be like (do it) |
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But I couldn't fight through it, the beef started |
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The streets caught up, at least we didn't get caught up in deceased orders |
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It's Slaughterhouse, cause |
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Shady, me, |
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PorterSat down and made peace over |
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Porterhouse and peace |
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PorterSome stupid bitch done turned my girl against me |
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Should've tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the world's against me |
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Soon as I paraded, here come the rain falling the name calling |
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From the cuz |
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I never met with his hand out like |
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I'm straight balling |
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Feel like |
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I knocked the 8 ball in |
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Every time |
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I shoot a move |
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I literally can't call it |
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Am I afraid of success? |
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Let me think on it |
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I just got nervous, let me drink on it |
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Think I just answered yes but not on purpose |
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I pass the church and through the |
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Son, Father, and |
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Holy Spirt |
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But I'm only near it, man |
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I need to pass the service |
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I'm drowning cause |
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I'm so tired of treading |
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So Lord when you get a second please |
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So can you rescue me |
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Because my ship is sinking |
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And I'm drowning at sea |
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So can you rescue me, from me |
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Can you rescue me? |
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I wake up and my shirt is leaking, covered in sweat |
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I'm dreaming of being murdered when |
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I'm sleeping |
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Picture a person beefing, with himself |
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And it's even, worse when |
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I'm drinking |
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It hurts when |
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I'm thinking, me versus my personal demons |
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I'm reaching for my nine |
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If I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screaming in my mind? |
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And if I go, to the other side |
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Just tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her young'un thugging son alive |
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Plus my daughters and my butterfly, tell my son that |
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I, love him |
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Tell my nieces and nephews their uncle tried |
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To take this music to the fucking peak |
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But I'm still a drug dealer as we fucking speak, that's fucking weak |
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Behind the tours and fanfare, hospitals and cat scans |
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Shoulder, when they call him bipolar, happiest mad man |
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Don't know my story, my struggle, the demons that |
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I combatOr how |
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I'm starin' at them waiting for eye contact, beyond that |
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I got a soul mate that's naive, so the thought of me is prison to her |
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Baby momma that's crazy and a ten year old who listen's to her |
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My fam and friends think |
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I'm the bank |
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And the way they keep coming back you think |
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I'd got thanked |
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To you it's a dream, to me it's labor, these aren't monsters, these my neighbors |
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And you watch each others back, |
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I guess its favor for a favor |
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Sometimes they even save me, when my wrist is to that razor |
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So can you rescue me |
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Because my ship is sinking |
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And I'm drowning at sea |
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So can you rescue me, from me |
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Can you rescue me? |
