SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Rescue Me lyrics

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Rescue Me / Slaughterhouse[Intro/Chorus: Skylar Grey]So can you rescue me?Because my ship is sinkingAnd I'm drowning at seaSo can you rescue me from me?Can you rescue me?[Royce Da 5'9"]I was losin my mind like I was tryin to lose itUsin my time for usin, abusin my grindThis is my own honest view of who I am behind this, musicRyan the whole bottle of Patrn connoisseurAt a point in time I thought I blew itDoin crime and I would've washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluidAnd my momma knew it, she saw especially right through itthat I wasn't protected cause peer pressure just be like (do it)But I couldn't fight throught it, the beef startedThe streets caught up, at least we ain't get involved in deceased ordersIt's Slaughterhouse; cause Shady, me, Portersat it down and made peace over porterhouse and Piesporter[Joell Ortiz]Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against meShould've tattooed the Earth on my arm, feel like the world against meSoon as I pa-rade here come the rain fallin, the name callinfrom the cuz I never met with his hand out like I'm straight ballinFeel like I knocked the 8-ball inEvery time I shoot a move I literally can't call itAm I afraid of success? Let me think on it, I just got nervousLet me drink on it, think I just answered yes but not on purposeI pass the church and do the Father, Son and Holy SpiritBut I'm only near it, man I need to pass the serviceI'm drownin cause I'm so tired of treadinSo Lord when you get a second, please[Chorus][Crooked I]I wake up and my shirt is leakinCovered in sweat, I'm dreamin of bein murdered when I'm sleepinPicture a person beefin, with himself and it's even, worse when I'm drinkinIt hurts when I'm thinkin, me versus my personal demonsI'm reachin for my nineIf I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screamin in my mind?And if I go, to the other sideJust tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her young and thuggin son alivePlus my daughters, them my butterfliesTell my son that I, love him; tell my nieces and nephews they uncle triedto take this music to the fuckin peakBut I'm still a drug dealer as we fuckin speak, that's fuckin weak![Joe Budden]Behind the tours and rap fans, hospitals and CAT scansShoulder when they call him bi-polar, happiest madmanDon't know my story, my struggle, the demons that I combatOr how I'm starin at 'em waitin for eye contact, beyond thatI got a soulmate that's nave, so the thought of me is prison to herBaby mama that's crazy and a 10-year old who listens to herMy fam and friends think I'm the bankAnd the way they keep comin back you'd think I got thankedTo you it's a dream, to me it's labor, these aren't monsters, these my neighborsAnd we watch each other's back, I guess it's favor for a favorSometimes they even save me when my wrist is to that razorSay a prayer[Chorus]