Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song • Save Me From Myself, artist - Jazz Cartier. Album song Hotel Paranoia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music Canada
Song language: English
• Save Me From Myself |
They always forget you until they remember they need some |
I got that crack, that’s that shit that make all of these fiends run |
Take a dab with your finger, I guarantee it make your teeth numb |
But just a reminder that you didn’t climb the four favors cause you never need |
one |
Every nigga trying to one-up Jazz, I ain’t never tripping |
I learn from my mistakes, being dolo on vogue, I ain’t never slipping |
I heard you got a tape coming out, that’s cute, I would never listen |
A bunch of internet stars can’t see, they eyes glued to the television |
Live and direct, live and direct |
Fuck is this shit? |
Knife at your neck |
Please do not move, please do not move |
I’m on the track, fuck you expect? |
Silent assassin |
My demons too violent to manage |
I’m driving no license on Rory and Ivan, I guess I’m too crazy to manage (who |
the fuck are you?) |
I am Lafleur, compare me to what |
I came to reign, tear niggas up |
I’m at the edge of the building, I swear I been losing my mind |
Dare me to jump, dare me to jump, dare me to jump |
Y’all must have thought I was scared of you punks |
Tie up his body, meet in the lobby |
Watch how you niggas get scared in a drought |
Fuck around and see a catfish kidnap |
Niggas lookin' all scared like I did that |
I’m lookin' back like «yeah boy, I did that» |
You keep talkin' and its finna be a mismatch |
(don't do that Cuzzi, relax) |
Enter my world, pardon my mess |
Blow all around, scars on my chest |
Money and music insistin' my debt |
And if you see them boys, you resist the arrest |
Bring the rice out, take my knife out |
Get my clap on, and then it’s lights out |
(I'm gonna fucking jump, I wanna fucking jump, I swear to God. Nah, |
get it together, get it together. |
You can’t fuck this up, you can’t fuck this |
up. |
Rarrr!) |
I told niggas I pop and they bench slept |
I can never be six God, I am the sixth sense |
Bearin' more weight than a nigga can bench press |
I planted my seeds, now all y’all been stressed |
If life’s a bitch, than I finger fuck it |
You niggas want it with Cuzzi, man I can press the button |
I’m the prince of the city, I know the pressures comin' |
And there can only be one, and I’m next to nothin' |
Shit, how did we come to this? |
The same kid who partied on Queen, is now runnin' shit |
I’m finna shut shit down, like y’all Guvernment |
And if you dappin' me nigga, wear oven mitts |
Shit, no more funny business |
Your opinion is litter, I’m not fuckin' with it |
Y’all hittin' up Lantz, you not fuckin' with him |
You hear this beat my nigga? |
You not fuckin' with him |
Don’t play us out, that’s my brother, and he raised himself |
His momma went as a kid |
Put himself in his basement until he mastered his shit |
Nobody handed him nothing, he never asked them for shit |
He ain’t ever left the city, never been on a plane |
But the moment that this drop, a lot of that shit gon' change |
I’d be lyin' if I said that «our shit don’t stink» |
Play this shit up at my funeral, that shit gon' bang |
I got two lil brothers, and a sister that I barely see |
Thinkin': if I die, I’mma leave em' with my legacy |
My step dad is ten times the man I’ll ever be |
I put him through some shit, that I probably shouldn’t dare repeat |
Whoever wanted me dead, failed terribly |
This paranoia shit’s no joke, I need therapy |
You niggas easy to come by, I’m a rarity |
I’m on my Jay Z shit, moment of clarity |
Told the world that they can’t stop me |
Watch how I do it, but understand they can’t top me (nah nigga) |
Watch me get cocky, I’m next at bat, hit it home like Big Papi |
A man of many suits, I only bare the truth |
I’m the General nigga, and I got many troops |
And when I walk in the building, you know they all salute |
(yeah, shit) |
People all spreading rumours instead of spreading love |
They not around when you down |
Now I’m the kid with the crown |
Now I’m the talk of the town |
Yeah, I’m in a sick dream |
I don’t know what this shit means |
But by the end of 2016 |
Niggas gotta pay 20 if they need a 16 |