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