D.R.U.G.S.
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I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help I say I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? The whole world we livin' in Everything that's livin' in it Trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs I love drugs I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help They say the apple don't fall far from the tree Apple a day, it keep the doctors away I wonder if my father got more faded than me But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him, baby My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah We total opposites, I'm dirty as this Fanta mix We Qualitesters, we can't find no Hi-Tech, I ain't lyin', nigga Act stashed on the low for the high, nigga Whole squad full of them codeine fiends OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one Mix it with the syrup, Perc' on top of that Then I'll be numb, if I don't wake up, tell 'em... I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? I love the whole world we livin' in And everything that's livin' in it From the trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs Last but not least I love drugs (Purple still comin' in) Molly got me rollin', got me rollin', nigga I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues (Blow it!) I got some issues, I ain't talkin' about a newspaper Talkin' about the issues that come with this new paper My new bitch in the next room in the nude, nigga Broad day, blinds open—see the view, nigga? Cornea, so scarred can't look myself up in the eyes But if I could I would say: "Who is you, nigga?!" What's become of Herb III's son? Wasn't for these abortions I'd probably be on my third son That was they decision, for the record Just clearin' my conscience That don't make it better, nigga You know I know better, nigga I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? I love the whole world we livin' in And everything that's livin' in it From the trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs Last but not least I love drugs I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help You ain't never seen a junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh Think I need some help You ain't never seen a junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no I think I need some help Junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no I think I need some help I love my mama You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh You ain't never seen a junky Lords knows I does I think I need some help, I need some help I love my mama I need some help, I need some help Lord knows I does Can you go find me some help? That's what I'm sayin'. That's why you don't need a Xan, cuz. I said time flies... Didn't you hear what I said? I said time flies. Time flies, love fades... Goddamn, man! Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes Codeine's my concubine, cocaine confidant Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny credit Perc' 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it Season pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss Can't forget I'm psychic off them psychedelics And for the kids lookin' up to me for what I've seen No, I don't need any of these things to do anything Soul All my brethren, I pray for your mercy And that you alleviate my pain You that dwell in the glory of God Listen to the sufferance of this Your humble servant Grant me health, well-being, and happiness Amen I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help I say I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? The whole world we livin' in Everything that's livin' in it Trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs I love drugs I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help They say the apple don't fall far from the tree Apple a day, it keep the doctors away I wonder if my father got more faded than me But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him, baby My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah We total opposites, I'm dirty as this Fanta mix We Qualitesters, we can't find no Hi-Tech, I ain't lyin', nigga Act stashed on the low for the high, nigga Whole squad full of them codeine fiends OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one Mix it with the syrup, Perc' on top of that Then I'll be numb, if I don't wake up, tell 'em... I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? I love the whole world we livin' in And everything that's livin' in it From the trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs Last but not least I love drugs (Purple still comin' in) Molly got me rollin', got me rollin', nigga I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues (Blow it!) I got some issues, I ain't talkin' about a newspaper Talkin' about the issues that come with this new paper My new bitch in the next room in the nude, nigga Broad day, blinds open—see the view, nigga? Cornea, so scarred can't look myself up in the eyes But if I could I would say: "Who is you, nigga?!" What's become of Herb III's son? Wasn't for these abortions I'd probably be on my third son That was they decision, for the record Just clearin' my conscience That don't make it better, nigga You know I know better, nigga I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? I love the whole world we livin' in And everything that's livin' in it From the trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs Last but not least I love drugs I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help You ain't never seen a junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh Think I need some help You ain't never seen a junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no I think I need some help Junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no I think I need some help I love my mama You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh You ain't never seen a junky Lords knows I does I think I need some help, I need some help I love my mama I need some help, I need some help Lord knows I does Can you go find me some help? That's what I'm sayin'. That's why you don't need a Xan, cuz. I said time flies... Didn't you hear what I said? I said time flies. Time flies, love fades... Goddamn, man! Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes Codeine's my concubine, cocaine confidant Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny credit Perc' 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it Season pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss Can't forget I'm psychic off them psychedelics And for the kids lookin' up to me for what I've seen No, I don't need any of these things to do anything Soul All my brethren, I pray for your mercy And that you alleviate my pain You that dwell in the glory of God Listen to the sufferance of this Your humble servant Grant me health, well-being, and happiness Amen I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help I say I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? The whole world we livin' in Everything that's livin' in it Trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs I love drugs I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help They say the apple don't fall far from the tree Apple a day, it keep the doctors away I wonder if my father got more faded than me But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him, baby My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah We total opposites, I'm dirty as this Fanta mix We Qualitesters, we can't find no Hi-Tech, I ain't lyin', nigga Act stashed on the low for the high, nigga Whole squad full of them codeine fiends OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one Mix it with the syrup, Perc' on top of that Then I'll be numb, if I don't wake up, tell 'em... I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? I love the whole world we livin' in And everything that's livin' in it From the trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs Last but not least I love drugs (Purple still comin' in) Molly got me rollin', got me rollin', nigga I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues (Blow it!) I got some issues, I ain't talkin' about a newspaper Talkin' about the issues that come with this new paper My new bitch in the next room in the nude, nigga Broad day, blinds open—see the view, nigga? Cornea, so scarred can't look myself up in the eyes But if I could I would say: "Who is you, nigga?!" What's become of Herb III's son? Wasn't for these abortions I'd probably be on my third son That was they decision, for the record Just clearin' my conscience That don't make it better, nigga You know I know better, nigga I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? I love the whole world we livin' in And everything that's livin' in it From the trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs Last but not least I love drugs I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help You ain't never seen a junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh Think I need some help You ain't never seen a junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no I think I need some help Junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no I think I need some help I love my mama You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh You ain't never seen a junky Lords knows I does I think I need some help, I need some help I love my mama I need some help, I need some help Lord knows I does Can you go find me some help? That's what I'm sayin'. That's why you don't need a Xan, cuz. I said time flies... Didn't you hear what I said? I said time flies. Time flies, love fades... Goddamn, man! Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes Codeine's my concubine, cocaine confidant Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny credit Perc' 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it Season pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss Can't forget I'm psychic off them psychedelics And for the kids lookin' up to me for what I've seen No, I don't need any of these things to do anything Soul All my brethren, I pray for your mercy And that you alleviate my pain You that dwell in the glory of God Listen to the sufferance of this Your humble servant Grant me health, well-being, and happiness Amen I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help I say I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? The whole world we livin' in Everything that's livin' in it Trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs I love drugs I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help They say the apple don't fall far from the tree Apple a day, it keep the doctors away I wonder if my father got more faded than me But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him, baby My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah We total opposites, I'm dirty as this Fanta mix We Qualitesters, we can't find no Hi-Tech, I ain't lyin', nigga Act stashed on the low for the high, nigga Whole squad full of them codeine fiends OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one Mix it with the syrup, Perc' on top of that Then I'll be numb, if I don't wake up, tell 'em... I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? I love the whole world we livin' in And everything that's livin' in it From the trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs Last but not least I love drugs (Purple still comin' in) Molly got me rollin', got me rollin', nigga I got the sniffles, need a box of tissues (Blow it!) I got some issues, I ain't talkin' about a newspaper Talkin' about the issues that come with this new paper My new bitch in the next room in the nude, nigga Broad day, blinds open—see the view, nigga? Cornea, so scarred can't look myself up in the eyes But if I could I would say: "Who is you, nigga?!" What's become of Herb III's son? Wasn't for these abortions I'd probably be on my third son That was they decision, for the record Just clearin' my conscience That don't make it better, nigga You know I know better, nigga I love my mama, Lord knows I does I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood I love this music, it come from up above I love my niggas and I love my bitches I love everybody that's listenin' If you rich or poor, so what? I love the whole world we livin' in And everything that's livin' in it From the trees down to the bugs Can't forget about my plug 'Cause last but not least I love drugs Last but not least I love drugs I can't help myself, I think I need some help I can't help myself, I think I need some help You ain't never seen a junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh Think I need some help You ain't never seen a junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no I think I need some help Junky so fresh You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no I think I need some help I love my mama You ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh You ain't never seen a junky Lords knows I does I think I need some help, I need some help I love my mama I need some help, I need some help Lord knows I does Can you go find me some help? That's what I'm sayin'. That's why you don't need a Xan, cuz. I said time flies... Didn't you hear what I said? I said time flies. Time flies, love fades... Goddamn, man! Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes Codeine's my concubine, cocaine confidant Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny credit Perc' 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it Season pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss Can't forget I'm psychic off them psychedelics And for the kids lookin' up to me for what I've seen No, I don't need any of these things to do anything Soul All my brethren, I pray for your mercy And that you alleviate my pain You that dwell in the glory of God Listen to the sufferance of this Your humble servant Grant me health, well-being, and happiness Amen
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- 05:56
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