Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Help Me, artist - Trouble. Album song The Return of December 17th, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duct Tape
Song language: English
Help Me |
Lord help me wash away this pain of mine |
Help me with pationts, and taking my time |
Lord help me shake these devils off inside |
Whys murder always on my mind |
I’m always plotten, tryna find my way |
Just to get me payed, and have my family straight |
Most of those ways, goin end up with graves |
Or beef, cause he see my face |
Young niggas wilden in these streets these days |
Tell 'm that, I guess I’m part of the reason though |
I be bustin, I wasn’t tryna have anybody killed |
Never be able to tell, what my niggas might do when it comes to me |
Why I create so many pussy niggas |
Something I’m bothered by everyday I live |
They the ones that perceived it’s real |
I can’t imagine what I’ve done to my liver |
Drinkin liquor, in runnin round the streets since I was ten |
Lord help me wash away this pain of mine |
Help me with pationts, and taking my time |
Lord help me shake these devils off inside |
Whys murder always on my mind |
Lord, help me stash and throw away this pistol |
If they run up on me, Imma abuse this clip till I empty this pistol |
If you run up on me, it might be better to stay safe, and say it’s over, fool |
Father forgive me, see that caskit, Imma close it |
I been drinkin, thinkin of homies in heaven too many nights |
Hard to stay here, while the angels takin too many flights |
And though I fight, I feel like it’s only in myself |
And I feel so much pain, I feel like I’m in hell myself |
They took my brother, took my niggas |
Took my sisters, feel like I lost it all |
Got a nigga feelin like I got nobody to call |
Real shit, feel like a nigga will fall |
Somebody better get this motherfuckin thing off my back |
Before I use it, come inside, and lay him flat |
Lord help me wash away this pain of mine |
Help me with pationts, and taking my time |
Lord help me shake these devils off inside |
Whys murder always on my mind |
The way I’m prayen for forgivnis, prayin for whisdem |
Survived plenty wars, bullits bairly missed them |
I’m prayin by my loanly |
Half of these preechers phoney |
Trouble, you ain’t ever had a friend, you know I’m with you, homie |
They took him to the grave |
He played the crime way |
A free slave, caged up a thousand days |
All of my niggas facing charges, they was home robbed |
They can’t phone they lawyers, reason they was robbed |
Prayin till my knees hurt |
Lord, know I need help |
Smokin weed constantly, numb the pain I felt |
Whole life in the streets, without it, where would I be |
What would I be without your blessings, you keep saving me |
Lord help me wash away this pain of mine |
Help me with pationts, and taking my time |
Lord help me shake these devils off inside |
Whys murder always on my mind |