Peter Jackson - Help lyrics

rate me

Ft. Joe Budden, Emerson Brooks

Somebody call 911, oh, oh, I think I need help

You gotta give your all, you won’t see this moment twice

You gotta understand from jump, this is real life

They say I grind like no rapper that came before me

Behind the music pop up, this my life story

From the urbs around the way where that sun set

I know I’m destined for greatness but it ain’t come yet

I’m so patient but I ain’t got time to wait

I write my wrongs, hoping it will clean the slate

The world cold and everybody a tabloid

I make them recite the wall, pink floyd

They think they know it all,

But I don’t think they know enough

I look sad and lonely, homie the grind is rough

Take nothing for granted, knowing your life short

If you want it, go get it, using that brute force

Ask the vets, the young rookie to hold the torch

I’m a Spartan, 300 swinging 300 swords

I’m stuck where I don’t wanna be

When I need to be somewhere else

Sometimes I just wanna scream

But I can’t seem to get it out loud

Fuck I hate this game, these liars, these fools

More than I love myself

Somebody call 911, oho, I think I need help

I’m waiting on the time when I don’t have to blast the heater

Keep it talk, cause even haters will be glad to see ya

I be holding old paper, trapper keeper

How can niggas turn bitch I should ask medeea

I’m just waiting on the day that I can eat

Volve without ...involved

Keep your enemies closer, them tax bound will spit at you

When you like me, you expect the unpredictable

Shit is like a ritual, what’s normal

Only fear that I warn you, I was never taught to be formal

So my way’s a cannibal, was raised by animals

So anything you see on the stage should be understandable

So y’all thinking I’m sad, y’all mistaking, it’s rage

And me being by myself is me coming the age

So my motto till I’m 6 feet underneath if it’s lonely on top

Fuck I won’t become one

I’m stuck where I don’t wanna be

When I need to be somewhere else

Sometimes I just wanna scream

But I can’t seem to get it out loud

Fuck I hate this game, these liars, these fools

More than I love myself

Somebody call 911, oho, I don’t think I need help.