I can't help myself, I think I need some helpI can't help myself, I think I need some helpI can't help myself, I think I need some helpI say I love my mama, Lord knows I doesI love my family, my cousins, that's my bloodI love this music, it come from up aboveI love my niggas and I love my bitchesI love everybody that's listenin'If you rich or poor, so what?The whole world we livin' inEverything that's livin' in itTrees down to the bugsCan't forget about my plug'Cause last but not least I love drugsI love drugsI can't help myself, I think I need some helpI can't help myself, I think I need some helpThey say the apple don't fall far from the treeApple a day, it keep the doctors awayI wonder if my father got more faded than meBut I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him, babyMy mama clean as holy water, hallelujahWe total opposites, I'm dirty as this Fanta mixWe Qualitesters, we can't find no Hi-Tech, I ain't lyin', niggaAct stashed on the low for the high, niggaWhole squad full of them codeine fiendsOG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the streetMonster magic off them Xannies, I might have me oneMix it with the syrup, Perc' on top of thatThen I'll be numb, if I don't wake up, tell 'emI love my mama, Lord knows I doesI love my family, my cousins, that's my bloodI love this music, it come from up aboveI love my niggas and I love my bitchesI love everybody that's listenin'If you rich or poor, so what?I love the whole world we livin' inAnd everything that's livin' in itFrom the trees down to the bugsCan't forget about my plug'Cause last but not least I love drugsLast but not least I love drugs(Purple still comin' in)Molly got me rollin', got me rollin', niggaI got the sniffles, need a box of tissues (Blow it!)I got some issues, I ain't talkin' about a newspaperTalkin' about the issues that come with this new paperMy new bitch in the next room in the nude, niggaBroad day, blinds open—see the view, nigga?Cornea, so scarred can't look myself up in the eyesBut 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 sonThat was they decision, for the recordJust clearin' my conscienceThat don't make it better, niggaYou know I know better, niggaI love my mama, Lord knows I doesI love my family, my cousins, that's my bloodI love this music, it come from up aboveI love my niggas and I love my bitchesI love everybody that's listenin'If you rich or poor, so what?I love the whole world we livin' inAnd everything that's livin' in itFrom the trees down to the bugsCan't forget about my plug'Cause last but not least I love drugsLast but not least I love drugsI can't help myself, I think I need some helpI can't help myself, I think I need some helpYou ain't never seen a junky so freshYou ain't never seen a junky so freshThink I need some helpYou ain't never seen a junky so freshYou ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, noI think I need some helpJunky so freshYou ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, noI think I need some helpI love my mamaYou ain't never seen a junky so fresh, so freshYou ain't never seen a junkyLords knows I doesI think I need some help, I need some helpI love my mamaI need some help, I need some helpLord knows I doesCan 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 fadesGoddamn, man!Married to marijuana, addicted to cigarettesCodeine's my concubine, cocaine confidantAdderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny creditPerc' 30 flow, exactly how Saudi said itSeason pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my pissCan't forget I'm psychic off them psychedelicsAnd for the kids lookin' up to me for what I've seenNo, I don't need any of these things to do anythingSoulAll my brethren, I pray for your mercyAnd that you alleviate my painYou that dwell in the glory of GodListen to the sufferance of thisYour humble servantGrant me health, well-being, and happinessAmen
