| 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 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 I am behind this, music
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| Ryan the whole bottle of patron Connaisseur
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| At a point in time I thought 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 cause peer pressure just 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 involved in deceased orders
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| It’s Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me, Porter
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| Sat it down and made peace over Porterhouse and Piesporter
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| Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me
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| Should’ve tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the world against me
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| Soon as I pa-raded, here come the rain falling the name calling
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| From the cous' I never met with his hand out like I’m straight balling
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| Feel like I knocked the 8 ball in
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| Every time I shoot a move I literally can’t call it
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| Am I afraid of success? |
| 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 do the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
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| But I’m only near it, man I need the pastor’s service
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| I’m drowning cause 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 I’m sleeping
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| Picture a person beefing, with himself
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| And it’s even, worse when I’m drinking
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| It hurts when 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, them my butterflies, tell my son that 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 rap fans, 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 I combat
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| Or how 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 I’m the bank
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| And the way they keep coming back you think 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 we watch each others back, I guess its favor for a favor
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| Sometimes they even save me, when my wrist is to that razor so
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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? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rescue Me , by - Slaughterhouse. Song from the album welcome to: OUR HOUSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп